Stallion Of White Thunder Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

A stallion of white thunder
Throughout the heavens
Lower heavens low
Raced
Lower, lower, lower
Till it landed
On a plain in an island
Small
And silent in the night
From the bustling buscade of
The thoughts the chattering
Words
That through the mornings rose.
Towards the night!
Towards the night!
Keep Dawn away one hour!
A Voice rose and spoke
Thundering
Was It from the heavens above?
The erect Poet Seer
At the high heavens looked:
And silent asked
His eyes shone as the stars
And
Glistened as the stars
But
Yet
Spoke not the heavens
But on their fringes smiled
A smile that told what books and
Speeches long do tell.