The Enlightenment Poem by Gerry Legister

The Enlightenment



I feel the gentle journeying breeze
Like a leery ache mute and numb,
be embracing with warm and tender ease,
Engulfing wounds where the pains abounded.

The beacon of the enlightenment for so long
Having galvanized this epoch of modernity,
Now sunset is the silhouette of her silent throng
Woven in time, destiny takes the oath for eternity.

And the dry leaves flutter and crackle on the trees,
A national treasure, immeasurable, resplendent,
Graceful and somber, as summer fading leaves
Began drifting slowly across this vast continent.

Trickle and tremble, they fall to their knees
Like crispy leaves folded into the darkest gloom,
The enlightenment has flown over the seas
Leaving stability to lodge in an empty room.

Must continuity wilt into the deeper degrees?
Standing rare to the heir, on the roll rock road,
Where the ordinary splendor has more sympathies'
with the horses and the old carriage of gold.

Death is a wily shadow in constant search
For the rich and the poor that must reach the dust,
And find a turning point beyond our mortal reach
Where mourners go about the street downcast.

But, there in memories, lay the bright emblem
That was an angelic mission we got from heaven
To herald the magnificence of our great queen
Who stood unassuming in the gap that was given

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Gerry Legister

Gerry Legister

Silver Spring, Westmorland, Jamaica
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