Enlightenment Poem by Gerry Legister

The dreams of tortured only find,
Were during the frightening teens,
I believe still pursue the mind,
With unclear memory define.
I felt the wizened breeze,
The discomfort granted no ease,
But hope endured in the dream,
Turn night into morning.
The bright light could have been,
A revelation of the path we have seen,
My life hopes, and my dream.

A process in my heart,
The unusual spirit had impart,
Formed a figure trying to get out,
With a shout; a cry or a sigh,
Caged with tears formed in the eye
God among us with the living still yet die,
Past dream falls into untangled hours.
A shade sleeping under the covers,
With darkness in the eyes
Fathoms away from awareness,
Plant the seed that breaks into the life.
And for some it's a day of grief,
While others continue to dream
Of a future they have seen.

Time will tell our calendar of days
With the simple things
That keeps us living
And count the changes we're crossing,
Till the world wears away,
Cocoon as they were yesterday.
Past dreams capture another world
Adventures waiting to be found,
On the path of a new day,
Shadows flee with our own dream,
But the revelation we have seen,
That enlightenment will come back again