It Happen Last Night Poem by Gerry Legister

Inside my warm winter blanket which I put over my head to sleep,
I heard a small whispering cry.
I look out past the window to the ice coat morning still half asleep,
and began to rub the slumber from my scaly eye.

There were shadows in the mirror watching me wash my hands
and crease face drawn with broken lines of a worn age,
while reflecting upon the dream and contents of secret plans
capturing my mind with this poignant image.

It happened last night, I have not forgotten the vision on my mind,
the sweet aura not given by mankind a treasured light so refine,
to hold when I am older learn, by necessity the way I must find
walking with God into destiny on narrow footsteps of time.

Someone from the past came and left a vision that can’t be erase
the only way is to trace with fleeting shadows of existence
and leaving the place that I will miss to find another journey in bliss
far into space.