Rosy Scented Wind Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

West that brings
The rosy scented wind
The sigh
Of the fading dusk
The
Awe of night.

The waters that
Rustled
Since lazy afternoon
Still rustle
And more
Since dusk
Red dusk
They sigh.

Tonight the heavens
A growing tinge of
Red
They have
It's growing
See the deep of night!
And
Comets stars and moons
Swim in the ancient sights
Of heavens
That centuries know
And count
As we the days
And in all this
A laugh -
A scream
then
A groan
A sigh