Now After This Sixty Seventh Birthday Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Now after this sixty seventh birthday
I need to shed all things
All desires shed
All plans
All targets shed
And wait
Wait calm and tired by the grave.
In laziness and rest
Look up to the heavens
See them
Redden at touch of dusk:
And redden further still proportional
To ruthless flowing of Time
Into the cusp of the night
Sail as on a trireme in the ports
Of the sub-conscious nights overpowered
By the honeyed magic of the time
And the sweet cadences of the stars
The burning beauties of the moon
Now
Now after this sixty-seventh birthday.