Spirit Of The Dawn! Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Spirit of the Dawn!
This night I dreamed of goblins wild
And horrid
Green were their looks - and menacing
Their very gait - in every move
And in their hand
A bloody axe they held:

Spirit of the Dawn!
As lightning comes and goes
In wintry thunder-peals
So at the touch of You
The ill dream dissolved
And I could breathe again
And I could dream again.

Spirit of the Dawn!
I saw you walking on the waking sea
The sandals in your feet - how they
Gleamed in the first chills of day:
And from the distant cape
The light-house still turned round.

Spirit of the Dawn!
Great ancestor of all renewal
Of hope and re-construction
From aught that remains
From civilization!

Spirit of the Dawn!
Not just
Not just the body renew
But in the Mind of all of us
Renew the ancient fire of Prometheus
And all its ire.