The Whistler On The Roof Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Whistler
Still
Sings
He
Has
Been
Through
The
night
And
Deep
Of
Night
And
Now
Arrived
Untired
Through
To
Dawn
And
lights.


The whistler on the roof sun burnt
The bearded man
Looking from the balcony
Upwards in to the heavens.
An angel
Flying low to roofs and chimneys
Trumpets soft notes that
The noon hides.
The whistler on the roof
Still there.
You will curl around
The flowers and the thorns
You will recognize a flower
A thorn will pinch you.
Nay
In the subconscious powers
The answer lies
Without the thinking.