The Water Stir But Gently Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The water stir
But gently
And Five of Lights
Begin their genesis
And the first
Journey.

Dawn fires the pistol.
The race begins
The journey starts
Continues till
The finish.

Then
The Five of Lights
(of more that is)
First: Dawn herself
Second: of Day including Noon
Third: of Afternoon and Sunset
Fourth: Red of dusk twilight of waters
Fifth: Darkling night and stars and moon.
Then the circle turns again
The wheel of lights, Five of Lights
Revolves again
And then again
And again and again and again
And again and again and again
And again and again and again
And then again
And again and again and again
And again and again and again
And again and again and again
And then again
And again and again and again
And again and again and again
And again and again and again