To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at the cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently,
Dark like me –
That’s my dream!
To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening…
A tall, slim tree…
Night coming tenderly
Black like me.
Langston Hughes (1924, 1926)
May your dreams become realities…….
Peace,
Tenthltr2u