Waters Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

the waters will flow
and the rains
chill the field stone-walls
the frost
blow over Santi and
Mtahleb
skim the high rocks
the giddying cliffs of Dingli:
passions that satify
the assuaged senses
sphinxes sudden arising
on the country trails one
by one
statues and megaliths
of olden centuries:
brows furled of thought
cloud upon cloud below
the cliff ridge:
razor of beauty that
cuts color after color
to the deep
then to to the high
then alternates again
high
high
the
waters
flow
low
low
the
frosty
rain
drops
flow
sly faces of stone though
not of sphinxes
each different
each statue hewn
of the old rock of Earth's
willingly pillaged womb:
O! sing for lo! that lark
that flies jumping high
in humps along
the heavens and the skies
It jumps, it rings, it sings!
blow, blow, unkind wind,
blow, though Winter be not
here.
statues and megaliths
of olden centuries:
brows furled of thought
cloud upon cloud below
the cliff ridge:
razor of beauty that
cuts color after color
to the deep
then to to the high
then alternates again