NYU Black Renaissance Noire Spring 2015 - Page 77

INEFABLE DREAM Day by day — for eighty-seven years — she was an instant charred with happiness by the light of an ineffable dream that could not be fulfilled. The attempt of all that we founded against the storms, the conspiracies to stop the shadows the red tides of pain, the bliss crushed by the deferrals. And also, she was the brightest spark, the Silver light of a quartz settled and clean, the leafy tree and its golden top upon which fantasies still alight like flocks of birds that travel from bluish confines and return every winter to rest after their feats. 75 BLACK RENAISSANCE NOIRE (From the book Zeal In The Memory) BRN-SPRING-2015.indb 75 3/29/15 11:41 AM