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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!
Poem by Langston Hughes, found in The Bali Times
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August 10th, 2011 at 3:20 pm
Epic.
August 10th, 2011 at 7:13 pm
Yeah, I liked the sound of it….even though it seems a bit moody.
August 14th, 2011 at 4:06 am
Men slave away at the pointless business of mundane life, distracted and entranced by pointless activities. We each believe that death is not fast at our heels, we each make no effort to attain our life’s true purpose, and in the end we each return empty handed – is this not a tragic error?
Padmasambhava
August 14th, 2011 at 9:30 pm
I light a candle,
the shawow is not more.
I find no wall for me to handle,
away I flap my wings and I soar!
Musings of a Singapore Man of Leisure who is still on the way – very much inspired by Chris.
August 15th, 2011 at 11:51 am
Haha, nice one!
August 15th, 2011 at 3:37 pm
Will join you one day ….. still struggling to break free from the race.
August 16th, 2011 at 10:41 pm
mano, yeah, getting to the point is not easy, but once you are there….it’s mainly smooth sailing. All the power to you! :D
October 18th, 2011 at 10:59 pm
it is mistery, why important things we forget in life and get collected garbage and yet we think ourselves intelligent
January 25th, 2012 at 3:22 pm
wow,, very good poem ..
reminds me of the past ..