We Wait The Dawns
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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we wait the Dawns
after the night
we drank
the attar of the dews
that fell
got drunk
and aback turned and
slept
on to the languid lawns
that in their glory
moonlit bask
and in the rites and
scenes and scents of
magic and of spell:
then
as not to interrupt
too much
that strand of reckless
joy
the moonlit drunkenness of
beauty
in speed by the sweet
and fresh whiteness of Dawn
be displaced:
yet
all the same there is
the basking
pleasure in turning to and
fro
on the lazy bed from the
corners of our eyes
the very first clones
of dawning white
espying:
then
day beginning
we wake and our mask
falling
we face off life
hard right from the beginning
to noon already
I be stunned and exhausted:
and fall
prey to the wolves of laziness
and of tired sleep
again:
till
that the day in its fading
as
by a sweet cycle always turning
carries forth with it
our Soul and thinking:
the dulcet sunset paints
orange a day
to which
we acknowledge part-resignation
then
the red dusk films our pining
eyes
with beauty that scorches
over the rawness that our day
experienced:
bring and carries
dons a mask to each of us
the sub-conscious night to
relive
the experience of the
sub-conscious as more once
again
the thrall begins:
the throbbing of life
inverse
of its hard dour working
one noun-term or the other:
Sic et Sic Non nay
more riveting:
and the night comes again
we drank
the attar of the dews
that fell
got drunk
and aback turned and
slept
on to the languid lawns
that in their glory
moonlit bask
and in the rites and
scenes and scents of
magic and of spell:
then
as not to interrupt
too much
that strand of reckless
joy
the moonlit drunkenness of
beauty
in speed by the sweet
and fresh whiteness of Dawn
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