The Voice Was Loud Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The
Voice
Was
Loud
At
First
Then
Chronologically
In
The
Retarded
Glooms
It
Faded
Faded
With
The
Day
The
Thoughts
The
Dry
Cold
Chill
Waters
Falling
Drop
By
Drop
Drop
Large
Beautiful
Eye
Each
One
Of
Them
I
Saw
The
Slant
Of
Them
At
The
Least
Touching
Of
The
Wind
I
Heard
The
Loud
Pitch
For
Each
Drop
That
Fell
And
Then
And
Then
Having
Made
Such
Sound
As
So
Many
Things
Faded
Dried
The
Drops
In
Pointed
Icicles
For
Chill
And
Frost
Combined
Had
More
And
More
Increased
That
Wild
Night