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Chants in My Dream Chapter 3

By Biolaephesus60 @biolaephesus

We could be friends How? She wears laces and gold I am garbed but in folds She dines with kings My meal is of figs
But the sun And our dreams Showers us in steams As a single team
If She has same vision as my mission the garb of her soul is not now fouled by the din of desperate praise singers determined to send her lower than her grave mayhap our common humanity might make us friends. MEMORIES
I am pleased to remember, those nights I loved you, I am scared to count, the costs of loving you, How shall I remember? your first sunny smile your first faltering step When you called me Mama?
I am quick to remember, your first day at school, your first lessons of love, How can I not remember? your first wet kiss when I kissed your toes as you stubbed it at life?
I am happy to remember, when lessons by candle light we tried to make the grade as you learned to sharpen your wit and intellect, How can I not remember? as we planned and hoped that the gold will come entwined in a joint dream.
I am pained to remember when you had naught to remember your need to make as good a nest as me you took flight and left to make nest for another
Now gray and old from light slumber I watch the sun golden In what I’m beholden now I remember and wonder as your seed takes steps from one toothed smile of sunny wonder fresh springs of blossoms a single wet sloppy kiss an exchange of another age the word moves to another ‘Granma’ for ‘Mama’. BLACK SAINTLINESS
I am black, not of the darkness, but evidence of sameness of the Maker’s wheel. not condemned, but redeemed, from the yoke of ignorance.
They treat me with dread, fear to give me bread, and leave me as dead, my tears are white, my blood is red, my intellect as sharp,
In every flower, through the winds, into every depth across the meadows I see HIS greatness and in simple worship, forgive them their ignorance.

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