Student Of The Night Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Student of the night
Lamp shade of sacred
Mists
Fire in the heavens'
Fireplace
Notes of the music of the
Spheres
Oaks that enrooted to the
Ground
Throw acorns
The night is full of
Swarming ghosts and
Sprites and shrouds
In ever-changing moods
Now joy, now low,
The swarms offigures
Totter by or jump or
Walk with bent head.
Sacred steps to
Tread
Waters of wraiths and
Stars reflected romantic.
The heavens rise
The waters rise
The figures rise, my Monsignor
They rise.
Overshadowed days
Bleak faces and
Furrowed foreheads
The waters silver shine
Still shine magnificent:
And it's night
A night romantic.
Dismal
Friend of joy; sneezing
Confetti in the
Night
To mix with night dews
In the dawn
You come! You come!
The Bayezid palace lurked
In enchanted waters
Encapsulated beauty
Rich in her entrapment.
Here, here,
Models ofPerseus,
Cellini, statue silver
Outdone as yet
By the wanton eyes of the night stars…
They have been
With destiny on their foreheads
Written
Resplendent in the sun
Bleak in the chills of nights and
Frosts of conventionality:
Burned
Burned into a common grave
Sole
Without heirs ofown
Blood
Sacred waters the wandering
Traveler
Sprinkled over. But
Still Destiny held captive in
The sad and desperate depression
Of the nights.
So far
So far.
Caverns
That speak but most
Whisper more
In rare nights
Where their echoing becomes
A call of love
One wave current
United
All in One and One
In All:
Have you lived in caves
And caverns?
No!
You lost the taste, then
Of the salt spume flying
Weak and
Strong simultaneous
And of the waters from
The pebbles hitting
Ejected.
There be sacred vases
Whose scent rises
Though no winds blow
Even
The garbled night aroused
Blow energy and more
Energy
Unto his subject stars
To dazzle more
Those votaries of the night
Who wake that time
Sacrificing sleep
For Night.
Do not be cruel, when
You have the strength
To be kind as the
Stars and more.
As one big current
Watering itself
To fade
The naiad fountains
Dance
Throw the high
Heels
And move panting.
See the cathedral
Sacred
Dresses herselfand
Is dressed by an hundred
And more hands to
Gorgeous beauty silent
To the tunes of
Organ music that ascends,
Ascends.
Disallowing waters not
To rise by spells of black
A figure tall and lank and
Thinning and fattening
Its shape by alternation
Stop!
Hear I voices beneath
The bastions
Wait! Hear!
It be of rattling skeletons
In group
Who speak prattle and
Whispersecretly.
Even
Though Poet Seer
I
I
Do not understand
Though hear.
The night is dull
Not cold
The night is great
Yet
Not as the mass universe.
No,
No not that much.
Let me
Let me move slowly
Behind a silhouette background
Arises
From the dark
Darker than it.
The overshadowed bays
When dusk is sinking
And with twilight sinks
The beauty that sits
Quiet and unperturbed
On the sea-bosom
On the sea-bosom sacred….
I whistle through my teeth
The nights winds areasleep
And I am whistling…
In their place
And I am whistling…
And I am whistling…
Land
Land where multiple nights swarm….