Hope's Zenith Poem by ENOCH JOHN

Like fresh flowers of the early Dawn,
Rekindling memories of a Homeric morn,
Flora and fauna to Mother Earth their sacred vows renew,
When at every sunrise Hope blossoms anew,
As the sturdy windows are flung open wide,
And the Caribbean's bright rays inwardly stream,
Lighting up life's pedestrian dream,
With a panoramic sight full of sound and pride,
To mirror Hope's Zenith and be exultant,
To achieve Hope's Zenith and be triumphant.
Yet some dreams freeze Antaeus-like,
Strangled by sheer Herculean disbelief,
For upon friendship's worrying pretext I dwell,
And those who gaze in hypocritical glee.
At sunset as one peers from the cliff to see,
Lengthening shadows which cast their dying spell,
Like a pantheon along life's deserted way;
One views this fading Caribbean paradise in dismay,
Which Venus had kissed long before the twilight of day.