The Yellow Moon and I

as the connoisseur
of love molecules under the yellow moon,
i collect happiness like trophies
one memory at a time;
bathing in the fragrance of your beauty

i waltz through
the guiding light of hope
into the inner chamber of your being
invading the hidden universe of fun
where love and passion cohere

i adapt
i survive and flourish
like the shooting star
like the lost boy in the thrill of victory
in the sea of rainbow colours

i extract the oxygen
of desire from a flurry
of love particles
in the forgotten places
of the heart; savouring your essence

you nourish
my soul with glee
giving me the reason to smile
a wonderful smile
even in the darkest of days



© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo

Fragments of Hope

the refugee life
is not for the faint-hearted.
it is a journey
to nowhere, a wreckage
of the soul on the luminous
landscape of dreams

yet, you pick up
the elusive fragments of hope
as the earth moves in silence
traversing the fatal shore;
leaving an indelible footprints
in the sand of time

you find your way out
of the struggle street (and conquer the universe)
like this cool and funky dude
from the Oil Rivers
singing the glory of the dreamtime
in the first light of dawn



© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo

Dance of the Gentle Wind

the dance of the gentle wind
across the cool canvass of reason
opens the sublime window
to a new universe of fun
and endless passion where i dream.

you take me under your wings;
warming my heart with glee
and kissing me with lips of fire
like this rose fragrance
on my pillow.

how wonderful are your
graceful moves? How precious is
the soothing rhythm
of the naked soul in perpetual motion
this winter’s night?

i drink a cup of you
in the crystal temple of Eros
touching the sky

apple blossoms…
sweet tension drips in the defining
moment of my longing

you come in waves of nectar
like love particles
in the stillness of the night
fixing my broken dreams

your subtle move weaves its magic…
illuminating my soul
with the vivid colours of delight



© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo

Heart of the Winter Moon

like a soul transformed
i taste the sublime nectar of desire
from the lips
of the fecund blossom
feeling the warmth
rousing the love particles
in the fabric of my being.

i walk safely among the birds
like the true blue Aussie cocooned
in love molecules
mending the broken hearts

and like the rainbow lorikeet
at dawn
i harvest
the divine essence of hope
in the dreamtime
heart of the winter moon



© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo