ah! I yearn now for the burning suns <br />that I yearned to forego a month ago: <br />the burning sands I yearn <br />The restless bay <br />Where restless wavelets lapped so sweetly <br />When the red dusk fell heavily <br />Yet strange and cool and sensual over the bay: <br />And the strange bay <br />Was filled with spirit of the dusk <br />Cool were the waters where I bathed <br />And from the shore <br />The fishermen’s boats prepared to sail.<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ah-i-yearn-now-for-the-burning-suns/
