a life transformed
in the nick of time:
you hold up the sky
like the gentle giant of the realm
daring to dream
as the golden
wattle blossoms
under the
antipodean sun
capturing
my imagination
you’re
the speck of light
from way back
the
dream weaver
in the murky world of reason
feeding
the hungry souls
under
the wild sky
you’re, quite truly,
the heart and pulse
of the migrant universe
riding
the waves
with high hopes of youth foretold
© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo
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