Waters For The Seeing Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The waters are there for
The seeing.

They chill, they warm,
Colors change.

The waters are there
For the hearing
When
They quiet lie in some
Summer afternoon
Or
Else caught in a tempest
Of wintry doom
The waters are there

The Poet Seer he sang
He worked
He versified and
Sang
As the bird sings
Thrilled in the heavens immense.

The Poet Seer the waters saw.
The Poet Seer the tempests read
And the calm glory of the summer sun
And the sweet rising of a wintry dawn
All, All saw he.

They came to find the Poet Seer
And saw him singing erect
And with glowing eyes
He played the lyre
And as the arrows speed
So sped his verse.
And it was night.

They came next morn
And saw the Poet Seer
Motionless and non-erect
With closed lips blue
Unmoving.