Hide Me Blue Mist, Hide My Guilt Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

hide me blue mist, hide my guilt
my conscience had been pregnant for so long
and now delivered is:
the guilt, the baby-boy of conscience and myself
has now been born.

Come witches in the night, accompany me
My baby-boy needs company
And unto your magic spells to open its eyes:
Then will it in itself see no-guilt
And will to change its name apply
Pending approval by the father’s hand, my signature.

I will sign as soon as applied.
And casting the old robe of guilt into the sea
I will amongst trees plants and birds full freshly roam
Singing my innocence with birds and bees and trees.