At The End Of The Night Poem by Gerry Legister

At The End Of The Night



At the ending of the night, memory not as bright,
As fowls eyes shine upon branches in the dark
Our nature they stark, dare to claim a better sight,
Over those wanton bars filled with spirit talk.

And broken vows our conscience fled and dread,
Lay siege in our head, the tide of graves dreams,
Try to force our stumbling way to another's bed
At the end of night with short lived passions.

We know the finale when everything seems fine,
And people in droves quickly fade from the street,
We change direction and listen to another tune,
Now is a good time to say goodnight.

We'll sleep thorough nightmares, lose sight of time
And become reclined in dreams of sublime pleasure
Wake at interval to see if the weather is fine,
Go back to sleep dare to dream for another hour.

The journey feels good, making up for yesterday,
When the day was grey and the evening stayed
Waiting for the silhouette to pass over the valley,
Come under the canopy of darkness that was made.

By the end of night, fortunate ones take a journey
Far into the labyrinth of spiritual awakening,
And are shown the gates of nights darkest mystery,
Before the dawn slip away into a new beginning.

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Gerry Legister

Gerry Legister

Silver Spring, Westmorland, Jamaica
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