The Lyre Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

When the lyre
Feels tired in the night
Where stars be frozen….

Where waters surge
Unquiet
With the wraiths
Exhausted both
And
Sighing

Where eggs float on
The seas
Open and spirit-borne
When
Enthuse
The
Waves
The
Float
The
Sacred\waters
I heard in Indian
Timbrels
In the distance
I heard
Wisdom
That
I
Had
Not
Before
Heard
And
Saw
Wisdom
Not
Yet
BeforeSeen
And
Opening
My
Eyes
The
Brain
In
This
Civilization's
Train
With
Hand
Towards
The
Skies
I
Dragged
A pre-term Dawn
Through
My
New
Wisdom
And
The
Sacred\waters
I heard in Indian
Timbrels
In the distance
I heard
Wisdom