Of Thought Deep Now Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Of thought deep now
I
Am void and my brain
Ticking through the day
Needs rest, quiet rest
To begin yet
Yet another day
Another dawn that looks
A fresh dawn yet
In
Its first growing seed
Carries with it, in it
The sunset, red dusk,
Gloom
And Night and trembling winter tombs:
Await! Await!
The trembling skies with trembling stars
Are loaded
But the frost and the chill augment
The gloom
That be our destiny
Of mask the joy
Joy be a mask, not more
Below the doom
Of misery and gloom.
Noble the verses remain
And the more sad
More noble grow and shine
But still the night
Dark in the background
Shines ominous: the doom
Of all of us that joy at times
Rare, medium, many
Yet to a path we come where
Before us we behold the wraiths
The shrieking bats, rivers
Worse than Styx and hideous shrouds
And grey, grey shadows pacing
Restless here and there:
And
In this torpid scenery and time
Let me in the arms of Morpheus
Fall:
My mask will fall and so
I will the other masks to fall
And in the gloom that rises still
Mist-like around me cowering
The silent spirit with damp hand
Skeletal:
I find in sleep the doom
Of my days, the film
Of all that passed, the close,
The falling of the curtains
End of scenes, the drama ends
And I will speak no more
No, nor more sing