Sweet Clear-Water Island Wave-Lapping Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Sweet clear-water island wave-lapping
Sweet-chuckling moon-waiting juts
Of rock, of wind-cradling showers.

To-night the moon-lovers smoke
Quiet and reclined-backwards yet
Restless-vibrating in their minds.

And the smoke rises as the incense
Rises amidst the silhouette palm trees
Amidst the darker in the dark

You island! On you waft me winds of
Magic that verse and song will bring
Waft me from this Earth so hard and cruel.

Waft we, waft me to the sweet clear-water
Island where the waves lap kisses to the
Moon on the white-sleeping sands.