Then All The Masks Of Sudden Stopped. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Then all the Masks of sudden stopped.
Then all the Masks bent gracefully.
Then all the Masks farewell partook
Each to each, with respectful reciprocity.
And soon in the air as the night-stars
One by one light at the flight of
Red dusk – so these Masks in the Air
And Vapors Blue within less than minutes
Five
Disappeared and on the place
There stood the trees a-shivering
And the wind still blowing wild
And the rain falling, and the chill
And frost and the rain pattering.