The Monastery Song Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Drowsed
Drowsing in the burning sands
Where nano cattle climbed
Each sand, a rock.

This be the garden of the monastery.

During drear day I smell no odors

But as dusk revels and then subdued
On his chariot silent to his
Place drives
Odors from the soil arise.


These odors of nano science be as of the early night.

And towards mid-night heightened thus
And as commixtured thus
The odors the sanctity of the monastery
Invade running the corridors
Creeping behind closed
Where monks sleep and dream and snore.

Till coming of First Lights, the Dawn
The odors crept away and stayed no more.