you arouse true love
and compassion within my veins...
the African spirit
your gentle hand
guides me through the corridors
of thought; revealing
the embers of a fecund mind
and a thousand flowers in bloom
you turn
sadness into joyful rhythms
on the fatal shore
with hard times looming
you transform the fragile ‘hood
for good…
the immense beauty
of life preserved
behold the golden dawn…
the new state of consciousness
blessed with potential
you tame
the voice of unreason
with pure love…
nourishing the soul with
the sacred nectar of desire
© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo
The Gentle Neophyte
16 years ago
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