Living the Dream Made Forty Years Ago: In Memory of Martin Luther King, Jr.

Forty years, forty years ago
A dream was told
For me and for you
Beautiful, equally bold.

My father kept that dream
In his heart, hopeful;
My mother sang the dream
With her lullabies, glorious.

My brothers played the sports
Representing the stars and banner;
My sisters cheered them all
Knowing my brothers a winner

Too, I have a dream now
One day, my father, mother
Brothers and sisters will come
Living this dream, together.

Same dream made and told,
Forty, forty years ago.

Suddenly you

listless living

daily grinding
of worldly pursuits

walking aimlessly
crowded streets, various sights
life's distractions

i saw you, suddenly

spirits awoken
voices resonating with mine

little by little, each step
pursuits, distractions, sights, streets
leading to you clearly

now
when i see you
i see
my future.

Spring eternally

Here,

A scent of heaven

descend,

Colors of joy around

profound,

Spring, oh spring

refreshingly

beautiful presence

what is heaven if unshared?

what is joy if unaccompanied?

what is spring then?

A distant dream

in space and time,

Spring, oh spring

eternal in my waiting

eternal in my heart

all season of love.

I... Shooting Star

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sudden brightness, luminance
shared.. with you,
f-o-r-e-v-e-r

that MOMENT
of togetherness,
graceful mortality
is what
I....
offer you.
Enjoy, while it lasts
my l-i-f-e-t-i-m-e.