Flows The Water Slow Yet Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Flows the water slow yet
steady in under currents flowing
twilight-red as the dusk lengthens
over the bastions walls and
the ancient city:
flow the waters slow yet steady.

the old oak to-night on the waters
flows
objecting to human eyes,
curious human eyes,
my mother, the old oak now rides the waves

On the shorn bough
of the old oak no birds
nor rustling but boughs and
leaves dream silent
as they sail through the old Port
out, out into the deep seas open
immense

and the night beckons here
here
only the night beckons above
the moon and the white stars
and tempest kept in check by gloom
herself


flows the water slow yet
steady in under currents flowing
twilight-red as the dusk lengthens
over the bastions walls and
the ancient city:
flow the waters slow yet steady.