Gerry Legister

Rookie - 356 Points (21/01/66 / Silver Spring, Westmorland, Jamaica)

Sleeping among the stars


The welcome sting clings on at the end of day
With hearts and hands and concerted stands,
We make the most of the last demands to pay
Inside the scars we wear among the other wounds.

The warm sweat drip down into a lingering line,
Stick to wrinkled brow define upon the fretted face,
Through the deep fog sleep enters the murky mind,
Feeling aching restrain the heart must embrace.

Fatigue has inspired the mind to cast a snaring web
And trap future moments in the cage where we wait,
Then change the posture into shapes upon the bed
We find resting place under blanket until we are late.

Sleeping among the stars mingle in a fondant dream,
Refuge lay discreet guarded by the intrigue spirits
Shirk when we awake by revelation we have seen,
Gentle warmth we feel in the company of angels.

In whatever shade dreams came by luck or by chance
At the entrance of day to drip down into our soul,
And wait among the stars in amaze to fall and dance
We wear our hearts in a trance that melts with gold.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 03, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 04, 2013

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