My dreams float on wings like the dust that keeps the moth a fly
Omnipresent like space and time
Cool like the wind in late September’s womb
And smooth like Birds sax after sips of zinfandel straight out the bottle
My dreams are the promise that Sade sang about on her first CD
The dream that a love so true is the sweetest taboo
My dream is the sand on the beach caressed by the aquatic fingers
Of an eternal love
The dream of peace
The 1 dream that brought a million people to DC to hear “I have a dream…”
I am the dust on the wings of the moth fresh out of the cocoon
The dream of a new life to come
The reality of life death and rebirth
The sunflower in full bloom
The dream of the ghetto voice that refuses “the ghetto”
The Ghet-Out in the Ghet-to
I am the garden in the ghetto
The sunlight that nurtures the garden
The deep brown earth that feeds the garden
I am the suburban knight
I am the staff of Musa turned to serpent
My dreams exist between the tic and the toc of the clock
There is no tic and toc in fact, no clock
My dreams exist because time does not exist
True time is now because before no longer exists and what is to be is not yet
Therefore now, not now but right now is the only truth
My eyes are not my eyes my heart not my own
I breathe the air of the angels
The nectar of Jennah pumps through my arteries
I smell Gods wooly hair and am
My dream is the knowing that tomorrow will never be
Because in 30 minutes it will be today
I ride the dream of Castro Fidel on to the Revolution
And navigate the dream of the mattress to Miami
I am the dream of the Ganges River
I am the living vision of the abolitionist
I am the dust on the wings of growth and change
I am the dream that I will awake tomorrow and finish this poem