Tuesday, February 5, 2013

BLUE BANK ROUND

Early morning when the sun yawned I stood awed... engaged by its gaze at the underworld. My insides felt like gold- Skin stating boldly that the richest gold is BROWN Staring at myself in the reflection of the liquid bank of blue that surrounds me. No sound- Other than the sound of Silent peace. Present the scent of fresh life. While peace yet still... Blue bank doing an ancestoral spirit dance. The fore parents speaking. Lending direction and guidance both mine ears. In turn My heart whispered.. "the spirits are moaning It said. Indeed... it's rebirth time. I SHOUTED to the ancestors "Give me wings while I breathe!" Let me dance while in life. May I stand tall while I rest. Affirm me if I doubt! Let me become you- An ancestor with a legacy When it's over. Let me speak back everlastingly to my legacy so I know when I am home- (C) 2013 Logicalpoetist