Tuesday, March 12, 2013

End of Summer


it’s a journey to remember
but the end of summer is not so sweet. (Gone are
the restless birds, the tempting feathers of beauty)
melancholy sets in as the music begins to fade.
what with all the bushfires and flooding rains -
the countless pieces of shattered
dreams along the track of beyond
now, there are holes in my shoes, the tender foot
crying for mercy, longing for home
yet, I find solace in the divine hands
of Humour, as her soothing voice touches my soul
offering new possibilities in the temple of delight.
her infinite goodness gladdens the heart
and brightens my days in this ocean of uncharted terrain


© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo





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