The Gift

epitome of desire
the sky is heavy with the beauty
of your fragrance

a carnival of colours
on the luminous isles of dreams
sonnet of the lost boy

touched by the light
i savour the nectar of the first
flower of spring

new dawn
you lift my spirit with the magic
pollen of your sweetness

you are exquisitely tender
like Venus on heat
like all these buds and blossoms

playmate of the realm
how wonderful is your essence
the limpid eyes of blue

opening the cocoon…
the butterfly
fulfils her dreams

i taste the gift sublime
the sacred fruit
untouched by the human hand



© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo

My Father's House

a new Tv
in my father’s house
yet, in my solitude
i listen to
the sound of summer rain

i feed on
the potent fragments
of love particles in the hour of need
gleefully playing with the
excited neutrons in the orbit of Desire

i think of the magic blossom
and the quasars of fortune in my visual field
seeing the cosmic nymph of time
in a wonderful garment of light
nurturing my solitary soul in the new paradigm

the cheeky neutron from the distant planet
captures the moment; propelling me
towards the endless universe; kissing my eyes;
drawing me into the luminous
world of ageless beauty and strange shadows

i dream of the glorious age of innocence
i brooch the fundamental questions
of colour and light in the rainbow universe
i sing the blues
in the landscape of wonder

now, as curiosity snares my spirit,
like these colourful birds in the garden
i whisper to the past but embrace the future
i splash out like a meteor, like the Chosen One on a mission
finding my way at the edge of nirvana





© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo

The Secret Place

you hover
in my orbit like the wandering moon
like Nefertiti’s kitten
purring with growing intensity

yet, distance cannot
contain your tender gaze
nor can adversity diminish
the sublime beauty of your essence

poetry blossoms
purifying my soul
sowing the seeds of wonder
in the first light of dawn

the sun flickers
two planets melt into
each other like lovers on heat
transforming the universe

now, the Word liberates
my consciousness; anointing my soul
… how wonderful is pure awareness
the knowledge of the unknowing

the earth whispers
the desert dreams of rain
sound of silence

the tongue escapes his destiny
exploring the secret places of the heart with gusto:
teasing, kissing, loving; ravishing the gentle rose
in the moist hour

powered by love molecules
consumed by passion sublime
we merged into each other; sharing the dream
finding the verb to be



© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo