Drear In The Morn Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Of night's beauties
the proud pheasant melted.
Suspension
of drear in as
proportion direct melted.

Night of stars
the Sileni went out
the nymphs danced
to tunes of Timbrels
fauns leaped
in
joy
goblins round
the trees and
bushes
hedgehogs crossed
here and there
in the non-traffic street
at night
over the asphalt
with hedgehogs cats and lizards
crossed
streets
became
bridges
beauty
crossed
from
side
to
side

then Dawn evolved
and with it
it brought smiles.

Smiles?
That's drear that rises
as a dark mist
as soon as Dawn
enters port.

Day is going drear
and drear will
grow.

Dawn will not blow
beauty
today.

Dawn will be
silent.

Night
its
scepter
yields
to
just
the
mists
of
Dawn
soon
they
will
further
ascend
to
the
heavens
be
clouds.

Dawn evolves
but drear
faster evolves


Dawn revolves
but drear faster
revolves.

What
was
the
scope
of
defeating
night
then?

Night would as well remain.

At least
I would sleep
on
and not see drear
and not hear drear
no
no experience of it.

now
drear has from mists
ascended
to the frowning clouds.

the day is done
the day is drear.

Wait! hope
in the sun?

No, wait till the dusk
red dusk.