Gerry Legister (21/01/66 / Silver Spring, Westmorland, Jamaica)
I take this thought into contemplation,
that our days has been a dream,
and in the vision we were the one enthrone,
and no phantom could come between,
or find the gift to intervene our contemplation.
I only hear the clarity of your voice,
and felt reassurance of peaceful embrace,
softly echoed in your textured defense,
like the glorious note in warbling trance,
contemplating the time we share,
in bond of recurrent years together.
I feel emotions twitch inside and surrendered,
waltzing in slow steps to a beautiful serenade,
the fulfillment of our visions and dreams,
bless seasons, wit reasons and happy times,
speak with tears of delight from your eyes,
with memories looking back over our lives.
When we first met the love we felt,
And tied passion of ribbons around our waist,
with the never ending feeling of you inside,
I contemplate the distraction I wanted to hide,
but when you laugh, everything turns on the magic,
and dispels sadness and anything tragic,
Every time I saw you in the light, and in the night
with invisible strength the future looked bright.
Parting the waves that carried the doubts,
and climb over continents higher than clouds,
and gaze upon the magnificence of lover.
From the ghostly realm hidden above,
spirit roaring pass and rushing onwards,
leaving the past behind on dark roads,
I see your image entwined the ripples of my mind.
And I contemplate out of borrowed time,
Until the dream became the magnificence of grace,
Embrace fulfillment in a trance.
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