Making Promise Poem by Gerry Legister

The smile you wore made me glad,
And promise half the world under oath,
You would give to me if riches you had,
What we could own in life or death.

Dreams climb without a pause in space,
To quicken mind and longing breathe,
Entwined around the nectar of taste,
Over soul comes power of life and death.

Those lineaments of blissful sounds,
Hidden in the whole realm of mystery,
Are they devices robed in trailing crowns?
The secrets of mind are your own fantasy.

Laden upon brave lips without fear,
From higher sphere the words are bless,
I hope to see some dreams floating in the air,
But the contents are empty promises.

You tell me the things I want to hear,
But most of them belong to eternity,
You go and come in flight and feather,
But clouds remain dark as yesterday.

In dark I night not see the things we hate,
But truth reveals they have no lasting value,
Voices call out early acclaiming all estate,
But empty promises are hard to renew.