Strange Lives of Black Folks
Page 12
Eyes of Reality
Soothing whispers of a thunderous voice awakens my
spirit as the cool humbling winds
lifts my soul up to the awaiting clouds
that greets this kindred spirit.
It holds and comforts me as it guides me through the
(Infinite) Eternal skies until we reach those
luminous specks within.
I now watch the universe through the eyes of
the knowing and remembered all that I had forgotten.
Eternity passes when I am suddenly threshed back into
the realm of the forgetful.
Confusing are these future moments
as I am released from all that I have known.
I am withdrawn from the thunderous voice that once awakened me
the winds that once lifted me
the clouds that once greeted me
and the skies that once guided me
Alone again with a sense of emptiness inside
for this time I remember all those secrets that I was supposed to forget
How tempting it is to return back to the eyes of reality.