Monday, November 19, 2012

Fragments of Shattered Dreams


The young lion sprints into the isles of dreams in a blaze of delight, as the frangipani blossoms in earnest. Yet, the cricket does not sing. Sadness reigns over the land. And the future seems so uncertain.

email from the edge…
fragments of shattered dreams
cry with me

The golden dawn brings with it a new way of life, a monster wave of challenges and opportunities. Hope beckons. Curiosity dances in the air. A dose of optimism liberates my consciousness; nourishing every atom of my being.

he goes back to his roots
to find the future
the sound of soul train

The tide turns. I watch as sorrow and its complexities retreat. And the lost boy finds his way. Now, there is constant talk of survival, even of a new covenant after the fall, as the golden hand of desire wipes away my tears; blessing my days.

love particles come
to the rescue; rousing me from slumber
this fateful night





© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo

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