Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

And there be wildest of dreams
Of sub-conscious vast realms
Immense
Immense dust that was lust
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Dreams be reddish
Dreams be dust
Moving dust
Dust that hisses knowledge too
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As giant Windmills turning
Memories and dust
Sizzling of a lust of life….
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The Whole of Parts
Be made
And the quantum of Parts
Be in ever-increase at the Will
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Thou shall be a watcher of the night
Thus light the stars
The moon
The silence of romance
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Echoes
They choose the night
They desolate sites
Choose
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Bridge ancient of iron over
The ancient street in old Valletta
How may feet of lovers crossed you:
My father's
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A last Sunday.
‘It must be, ' Minerva said
‘It shall be, ' the Sybil said.
And so said History.
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History not of States only.
But of us.
One single individual.
Enough.
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A ship of ghosts
Swinging
To north
To south
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