The Images That Change As Light Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The images that change as light
that appears in the port night
on winter nights particularly
the light
the Bighi lights
the lights that come and go


so my Soul, my Inner Soul
comes and goes
comes and goes
to-night


and
about me I feel the cold and
the chill
to warmth, familiar warmth
turn at last


at last!
long the suffering!
long the years!


long the travail!
my mother where be you,
you that warmed my life
before?


the chalice of suffering
the chalice of bitterness
quaffed I


the chalice of suffering
the chalice of bitterness
drank I


the light that changes light
the light that changes color
be my light!


for in suffering is it not
light that one needs?


verse and song that rattle and
shift here and there
ring as hoarse cymbals
hoarse, hoarse, hoarse


and as rude in rude words they
explicate as they open the
red warmth of the kindness
that be their heart!