Thursday, January 29, 2015

Forest of the Lost

i walk along
the forest of the lost with tender foot
searching for
the sweet fragrance of life,
the true north of my being

love dances
under the eucalyptus tree
warming my heart.
yet, the cricket
does not sing

like the alchemist of desire,
i listen to the mesmerizing
sound of silence…
a slow journey
to the heart of the beloved

in the forest
of the
i find

i capture
the divine moment with lustful eyes
feeding my longing
drinking from the naked solitude of the age,
the profound metaphor for survival

i find the wicket passage
as poetry runs through my veins
nurturing the mind, the centre of my soul,
the living flower of the realm,
the sublime core of everything

© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo
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