Treasure Island

Gerry Legister

(21/01/66 / Silver Spring, Westmorland, Jamaica)

Burned out flames


Pain came in the place where years stood
Unaffected by danger and other traumas
Engulfing all the final dreams I had
Planned to see them through before I pass,

Dreams outlived career cause that was chosen
Woven in sombre moods every path to cross
Is overcast with dark clouds and chilly rain
Wet and dry plains make slippery places.

Final days of my years came along in rapid flight
Moving passion and desire away into a future reign,
From lust will have no eyes to see the fading light?
Darkness steals the strength that was given.

Burned out flames loiter in crusade cooler flashes
With ailing friends complaining of aches and pains
My final days the adventures of a lifetime carry
A worn torch illuminates the way to greater realms.

Shine again while passing through the atmosphere
Deeds acclaimed in the young generation following
The ancient path we have forth and sought over
In final years there is no more travelling.

Submitted: Monday, February 03, 2014
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