The Sea Swishes Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The sea swishes
Swishes
Swishes
Now it be blue
On rare striking of
Hours
It greenish turns
It has turned off
The tap of its salts away
Now
With fading of the day
Dresses slow
And majestic
The funereal garb
Of a departing dusk
Of coming night.
I heard a laugh
A greenish laugh
A sudden laugh
I hear from roof tops
A slow song and sensuous
I heard
I heard
And Dusk by now
Silhouetted by the Night:
Let me with the heavens
Let me with tears in my eyes
Looking all the night
And weeping slow.