In To The Revolution Of Things Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In to the revolution
Of things
There be
A joy that rings
A hedge
That travels
Approximately linear
Across the flow of
The white moon rays
And
The glow
Of white stars of a faded
Day.
How the night rings
Water
In the pail of freedom
Drop after drop
Sensuous in beauty
Flourish and crop
And twilight dons
Dress and cap and all
For glaring in the waters
At sweet dusk:
Sink
Down with fading day
In the still waters