The Spirit Of A Child

'I
The Spirit of a Child
with eyes all
crystalline
blue, green and brown
colors
that change
as changes chameleon.

I
Spirit that grows
as the dusk reveries
more
in to mournful night
my Spirit grows

I am the Child of Night
though I wander the
day
yet
Night my element.


Bring me
bring me to the lake's
moon-glistening edge
there to see
my reflection
the face of youth
and child
the Spirit of a Child.

Ah! centuries pass
and
History works humans
round and round
as baker does to
dough:
her snares
Power and Glory and
Fame too:
but upon us
we
Spirits no,
History works not
Nor will.

Slow the ages pass
for me
have passed
the centuries
one after the other
more so
have passed the years
one after yet another.

And
I still wander
Still wander Earth
by day mostly
and settle in the Night
to think speak ruminate.

My Programme rote
yet every hour surprises
We
Spirits
I
Spirit of a Child
For
I
The Spirit of a Child
with eyes all
crystalline
blue, green and brown
colors
that change
as changes chameleon'.

by Emmanuel George Cefai

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