Hands of Clay

you mould the future
with hands of clay
gazing upon the stars
what if
things are hard and the future
looks bleak in the school of hard knocks
will you
still manage a broad smile?
and
what if
hope runs through your veins?
will you light up my life in the darkest hour?
will you
walk proudly off the beaten track
like the rainbow warrior on a mission
like the Nefertiti’s kitten
dreaming
of an infinite universe
of desire
a universe
without pain and sorrow?



© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo