Sliding Through Life Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Sliding
Through
Life
a
wanton
star
that
parted
with
the
other
stars
not
even
a
farewell
no
it
was
a
rebel
star
and
the
other stars
wanted
not
amongst
them
a
rebel Star.
*
*
A sword
a sea
a cliff
other cliffs
all high and
horrible
a cavern deep
and arched
and other caverns
and coves half arched
into the sea
gulping waters of salt:

Ah! time passed here
became enamored
stayed
for long asleep
in drowsiness and
innocence relative:
ah! Time stopped here.
Yet
by and by
Time heard the ticking of his
watch
Time heard the hammering on his
brain
Time heard the alarm clock in his
veins and blood
He woke
And as he woke
he looked more noble than
Prometheus waking under his familiar
rock
in summer
more muscled tall than Hercules.

A brain
that thinks
projects
one thing after another:
always wanting more
and more
but stable in the end
towards sleep
as the old houses facing
Hastings Gardens.
They sleep; mid-night
peaks; passes
then
in the night stillness
rolls on the wheels of Motion
silently
till Dawn with her damsel army
appears on the line of the horizon.
Time stops; moves not;
then moves again;
there be a higher Urge
that pricks so to move.
And we
We humans move with time
All in to History
as per History
and are rolled on and on
the wheels of Motion
silently.