27th
Feburary 2010
I dreamt
of Her
POEM by Chevy X
king
I dreamt of
her
Yes I finally did
I dreamt of her on one of my longest intensified
study nights
I got pulled away from my night lady, the library
To my house by my over worked eyes
I burnt some incense, black love I believe,
to sanctify my sanctuary
Showered
To get in that spiritual mode of worship...
I used Shea butter to tone my texture and stimulate
my melanin
Tried to keep on my tradition to read a chapter
a night so I did
Lately, I have leaned more on the book of Proverbs
To be grounded, humble and discipline as its
original author
Digested the words and felt its essence moving
through my soul
At times my inner being wanted to flee from
its physical vessel on some 2nd heaven tip
Entered a different levity that night mysterious
yet fulfilling
I collapse to my knees and communicated spoke
to the Breator as we use to before I got swarmed
into the limited knowledge of man and my former
lover’s laps
The lustful chains that disguised itself as
love snapped
So my ore was no longer trapped
So I spoke without shame and freely to HIM/HER
I asked to see her in my dreams and remember
them
You see I normally see the future when I rest
But never remember until I live it...life test
Of my faith I always assumed
Then it sinks with my reality much like a domino
effect
I continued, I can’ t ever recall dreaming
of her if I ever did
I need to remember remember her like the children
of Africans r!
omanticize about ancient Nubians
I spoke deep from my heart’s!
root I believe I traded my soul to see her
Relief roam my vessel
I dreamt of her
Woke up with tears and a sense of happiness
Happiness I haven’t felt since I last
converse with her on the night before she
Pain, hurt, loneliness lifeless lurked my being
Before that night I took flight out of this
sphere and cried aloud into the skies
Till it echoed in the heavens
I lived death before that dream
No number of emails, text messages, phone calls,
hugs, kisses, cards or any form expression of
sorrow comforted
I felt vague a lost spirit on a mission without
an aim life was dead to me.
Family love is priceless but the sun of my world
is no longer here
How could I reflect her love as the moon does
at night?
I thought the Bible, Quran, or Kametic?
I humbly bowed to the creator fully that night
Felt the beat of my temple, pulse and heart
like an ancestral calling
Tasted my blood flow
Smelled my tears
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