Read 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  I am withdrawn from the thunderous voice that once awakened me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.