Creakings By The Sea-Shore Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Creakings by the sea-shore
The dews be the stars
Now!
The cusp of heavens now
An upturned bowl:
To seek lore be imperative
Though neither Cemetery no Grave be afar
And the winds be not ceased, but hum
As sweet vibrations in the underground
Yes
Hear such vibrations, Friend, for now
Night's mantle coming draws
Wisdom to approaching:
And
Though hammer-heavy the words fall
Rises and rises up the Poet-Song!
This we need for this our Heart throbs
We live
You and I my Friend
And
Drink this chalice cool be fore call of Dawn
Time moves nigh
Time moves high
Now waits not!