Canticle 3 Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

through
the
ways
falling
falling
through
the
clouds
whistling
around
around me
mists
mists
mists!

the night is crawling
new-born
every day at dusk!

feret meri
terint seri
goret feri
silis deri
con bateri
canti meri
bront deri
opit speri
dlont kleri
pist veri


smell the night roses
for free!

the Pharoah's body
embalmed - for free!

see the sylphs with wings
trembling faster
than the humming bird's...


feret meri
terint seri
goret feri
silis deri
con bateri
canti meri
bront deri
opit speri
dlont kleri
pist veri

a snake, a small
snake crawling
reason on insect feet
crawling
bring grey thought
and emotion mourning

the Artist needs redemption
he yearns for it -
the night has its
own night-dews
to cleanse with magic
drops
to cleanse with magic
waters