How Dark Is The Night? Poem by Gerry Legister

By the fire of another winter glow
I listen to the warbling sound of music,
Playing amides the still fall of fresh snow,
Soft desire so perfect engages the classic.
Fading into the night with traces of ice,
Just a sign to remember the season,
Lyrical luxuries of wintry experience,
Learn enjoyment lost in transition.
And as I reflect I hear the sound
Of complex voices whisper into the night,
Gathering language in different tone
Nature floats around me and beyond sight.
Seeking answers through the dark,
Where the shape of things are lost
Voices in the night question and talk,
About the costly things they won and lost.
Searching the shadows in our conscience
Clenched our minds and restrained truth,
Opening our eyes to see hidden pretense,
Morning glance and bow with new wealth.
While some are happy with good health,
Others face guilt before the silhouette of eternity,
Science opens our eyes to see wonders on earth,
Organised and share a paradox of strange mystery.
Into the night the mystery of different ambiance
Play with lovers vein, and their desires run high,
Passion take many paths; some twisted others dance,
Or take a heavenly glance up towards the sky.
Then romance lean across all familiar boarders,
By people of different shapes and sizes,
The night alters and merges together all colors,
Sometimes they compliment by taking chances.