As I Grew Older
It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun—
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky—
The wall.
Shadow.
I am black.
I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
Of sun!
-Langston Hughes
Once upon a time we worshiped the great star that is our sun, giving the earth the light we depend on; an intrinsic part of photosynthesis, of growth, of survival and of examining the world around us with clarity. The most tender part of the day is the break of dawn, when light gives birth to what comes into focus in our eyes. The sun in my dreams, the sun in real life. *painting by Karen Offutt http://www.karenoffutt.com/
Monarca Rising 