OF IMMORTAL DREAMS

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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:-