i cross the mystic
pond of time with tender foot
dreaming of first love
like a poet possessed
i yearn for the gentle hand of Desire; searching
for her divine essence in the city of light
suddenly, the muse bursts
through my veins like the fiery kiss;
sowing the seeds of destiny
the moon sings…
transforming the gloom, the violent
streets of antipodean night
joy overwhelms me when
her silky voice flares through my heart
like the divine beam of light
her goodness rains over
my body; healing the deep wounds of war
under the golden wattle
her infectious smile flashes
like the spring flower in full bloom
purifying my soul with the flame of desire
© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo
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The Gentle Neophyte
16 years ago
6 comments:
I can so relate to the goodness of your love raining over you. That is how it seem to me with my hubby. And the joy of just hearing the voice of your love is beautiful.
What a wonderful comment, Technobabe! Thank you for sharing.
Hello
I remembered that I was going to read your poem.
I like it very much. At times we lose sight of what love really is, and in focusing on the desire of the moment rather than the lasting friendship that exists in and around it, it's clarity can be lost. The purity of goodness, as a balm, healing deep wounds is a beautiful thought.
Jacqui
Thank you for your lovely comment, Jacqui. Much appreciated!
This poem speaks to me in more ways than one. I like your beautiful writings.
Thank you, Emma.
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