Pelted With Sweet Sileni Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Pelted with sweet Sileni
Flesh to sub-conscious
Flesh
You will ask me
Whether I was happy
Whether I was proud
Yes we lived for
The notes in the silences
Of the heavens of the night
We lived
We lived
With masks on our faces
Danced we
Danced we
Whilst one by hour the Night
Guileful and
Cunning slipped away:
Leaving us with Dawn and new day
We had to face them
For Night was far, distant,
Far, far, away:
We resisted the ogling of
The fires
But as Prometheus wanted
Be
We that is
The I
I.

Dawn
In
Its
Slippers
Came
It
Was
Woken
Up?
For
It
Had
Pajamas.
We
Too
We
Slept
Lazily
We
Slept
Cozily
We
slept