Of Jewels Of The Night Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Of jewels of the
Night
Stars
Night-dews
Flying veils of
Nymphs
Goblins with long
Green ears
Palms that wave
Firs and oaks
That slightly move
The wind at night
By the song of the lover nightingales
Impressed and sealed
Lured over bastions
Lured over twilight seas
Decadent houses hotels villas
Lured
To the centuries of old
Romantic
Lured to the sub-conscious
Lured
To the night lights
Suns minor that come
At night and go
At will
Rather than as by Dawn
In parts
Where spells hold their sway:
In these
In Finland
There was a silence
From this orchestra
There
Was a silence and it was
At once
A sudden silence
The night
Stepped slow down
Piss-smelling steps
Right going down from
The bastions at their heights
To plains and vales
Below
Hewn in the rocks of
Brazen centuries
Wild
With the greatness of night
The walking of the dawn
The Finland sadness
Violin that strings
Not just in Venice
But in less warm lands
And climes
Of snows and ruffling winds
Finnish plains and
Finnish woods
Where the wind plays the
Orchestra of plural violins:
These be the facts
These the spells
Of so many hazy nights
In to the mazy ways
Of centuries
Of centuries.
The rocks of history
Hewn
With hammers and picks
Of centuries
Brimming
With the restless clapping
Of the wings of Time
Sucking
The honeys of long nights
But that was long ago
But that was long ago
But that was long ago.