OF IMMORTAL DREAMS
(Apropos of ¾ the Way)
The immortal souls of our ancestors
Forever fuel our ebony-hue roses of life
Whose petals forever bloom and flourish
In the passing times of life’s waning growth:-
We burst from the plowed rows
Of slavery sowed fertilized seeds
Watered with wounded blood
Of whipped lashed keloids;
Yet, mortally, we are still here;
Strengthen by immortal ancestral
Spirits pouring from cisterns of faith—
Our cups overflowing into sipping saucers:-
And we are still here—
Ancestral immortal souls;
Blooming black roses:-
Just mortal beings—
Ancestrally fueled by faith;
Eyes kept on the prize:-
Of mortality,
Nobody lives forever—
Dreams are immortal:-