The Plant Of My Verse Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

I watered
the plant of my verse
in sorrow
with tears and
with waters I collected from
night dews
and air hovering
in the depth of night
when
I walked in my solitude.
I obtained water
obtained it from the East
and from the Far East
to water more the humus
of my Sub-Conscious
for
I wanted oblivion in my brain
I wanted Morpheus
and
I yearned for Mnemosyne
I watered
the plant of beauty that it
grow
but
next to it I watered
the Plant of Wisdom
for I needed at least
to look
one look for every day
the Plant of Wisdom and
at least
have some of wisdom
from the Far East