I had a dream.
I was laying on my back
in a damp ditch outside of the walls of my beloved city,
a place of great feasts
where I once sat at the head of the table.
My terrible longing for home
tethered me to this familiar earth
and I could not stand and walk away.
I shivered in a bloodied torn shirt,
wet with the spit of strangers
and my own tears.
I stared up at the stars,
remembering youthful vision,
a time when this ground was nothing
but a barren field.
But I imagined music
when I looked out across the empty horizon
because I could picture all of you lovers dancing.
There is not one brick I deplore laying,
not one hour of labor I regret.
I forgive your spit and your scorn
and will always remember you dancing.
I am going to begin again,
with love.
———
© rhon drinkwater 2008
So many of us have you to thank for creating a place where we could dance and sing and celebrate all of who we are. You will begin again, with love, because that is what all of your work comes from. And love comes to you from all over, including the Lower East Side of NYC.
This is a beautiful verse love it..Blessings, Rosey~Rainjana
Hey there Mister! This is gorgeous. I must admit this is the first time I’ve checked out your bloggity blog.
*smiles*
With love,
Candace