The Silence Relative. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

I
Sit
Patiently
And
Experiment
With
Verses
And
With
Words

Then
Sudden the flamenco
Comes
In
Again
Floating
On
The
Wind
That
Bears
It

I
Smile
There
Is
Joy
In
My
Sad
Self
Torn
To
Shreds
In Dusk.

My verses flourish.
I
Hum
Flamenco
Tunes.
This
Time
The
Winds
Are
Wafting
The
Tunes
Nearer
And
Nearer.


I
Tremble
In
The
Moon
The
Paths
The
Waves
The
Wind
Touches
Me
I
Tremble
In
Everything
As a flamenco
Vibrating in my
Heart.
Now
Night is passing
My feet draw
One after other
Home.
Game over.
Bye moon.
Good night
Fair stars.
Good-night.