The Lucky Bird

i sail through
the tributaries of thought
this winter’s night
searching
for your divine light
in the island of the formless
listening
to the sound
of your gentle voice calling

you are the lucky bird
of desire made of beauty’s bloom
bright and cheerful
as this beam of light
on my windowsill

quite truly, you are
the rosebud of my dreams
the silent promise
of dawn
in my greatest hour of need

you are the flame
of flames sublime
the communion fruit of the soul
lubricating
my tongue
in the lush garden of the mind



© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo