Spirit Spying Over Morning Mists Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Spirit Spying Over Morning Mists



I am the Spirit that hovers spying
over the morning mists

I am the watcher of the Dawn as
the hunter watches birds

I watch the night stars as astronomers

I the circling clouds without a
wind

I speak word upon word as my heart
speaks

I am who restless thrives irreversible

Monday, June 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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