Hang, I Dream Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In the night
Towards night
Hang I dreaming
Without yet
Sleeping:
Moon wearing hot-pants
White, beauty,
Delight eyes that gloat
But not mischievous
And the backburner of
Trembling and lightning
I will light this neutral
Night
Open mouths, with tall
Long teeth; come night
And the waters of the edge
And the waters of white
Cliffs
Where no city or town rises
But dark, long, the plain of
The life
In the night, high and cliff-hung
Greek bazookas being played
And the noble harp and flute.
In the dance rare figure
Silent dance a la ballet
This.
This the night.
This.