Inspire
Inspire by Weston Gregory
When the sun comes from the east
Shining its beauty through the
leaves,
I'm so inspired by what I see.
Its way though not easy to say
I sigh when the rare jasmine bloom.
I smile at the monarch butterfly
choreograph loops,
and laugh in this lazy afternoon
I all but spy its spectrum hue
and am left mesmerize by its hovering
on the west bound horizon too,
Jamaica is haunted by a spectre of
gloom,
on its fading from sight on Negril west end
soon
As if wishing on a dream
Within the swirl of unsynchronized scenes
our nature predicts tomorrow
Whether serendipitous or nightmarish
horror.
Response well to a global hallow
a prayer;
Goodnight my blossom see you in the morning,
When the sun comes from the east
Shining its beauty through leaves.....
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