Sea Of Passion Poem by Gerry Legister

Sea Of Passion



The Stammer is love
That dares not speak its name
Of warmth romance
Absent repeated re-frame.
From long calls devoid of closer flame
Once the sea of passion was full
Now a stranger voice late home
With excitement vapor dull
The voice Sound hesitantly misplace
Whispering foreign promises of comfort
In twilight enraptured taste,

No quarrel can mend what heaven first send
Lips and eyes confess deeper descend
Cruel betrayal broken dreams dress in pretense
Sparkling truth erupted the spreading fire
Acquainted with your inherited desire
Arousing passions silent watchers
Of other eyes looking through a milky window
Scented Candles Watching the fleeting snow
As it falls Ambush without sound
Air recognisant parachute
Quick to Icy ground

Night surrenders the moon
The days march on
Captured your isolated gloom
The sea of passion reserve for another time
Jobs and hobbies you decline
Stillness hides the funeral pine
Companion to fear and friend to despair
Deep sigh strengthen hearts bewildered cry
Raise the hopes you build and destroy
Emotions broken pieces bow to your knees
Burnt out pledges in prayer
Send angels to Starts another fire
Recalling fond memories falling on each other.

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Gerry Legister

Gerry Legister

Silver Spring, Westmorland, Jamaica
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