in your orbit
mending
your broken dreams
i am the grain of sand on the beaches of time
the solitary soul in motion
whistling with
the gentle wind that moves me
i am the eye
of a thousand stars. The stars
that quiver as
the waking bird sings
i am the son of Light foretold
in the endless universe
of diversity
raking the fallen leaves with gusto
i am the heart that beats for you
in the moist hour (such glorious moment)
sharing the gift of grace over
the crescent moon
i am the illustrious son of Dawn
waltzing with metaphor
witnessing the
maiden flight of the autumn leaf
© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo
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