With Me Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

the ghosts they wake you see
my Monsignor
I took you with me
please stay behind
in the dark
my figure spare and small
will hide you.

You will see
what Poet Seers will see
with their own eyes
so many, many nights!

at least
feel the Soul, the Inner Soul,
its chains melting one by one
without a violence and
without arrogance
and you will hear chains clank
on the ground
as spirits, souls and ghosts
and shrouds
barefoot the frosty night
on the cemetery stones and ways
they tread