Images of Dreamtime

living the dream
is not for the faint-hearted
there are many twists and turns
along the scented lane

yet, I can see a speck of light
in my visual field
a scent of spring blossom
a drop of honey in the darkest hour of need

it’s a restless night
in Yawnsville
a night of pain and suffering
a deluge of endless sorrows…

i fall through
the cracks
of this colourful dream like the lost boy
battling the evil wind

i emerge from the chaos
like a hero. Like the true son of the soil
like a player in the game of chance
weaving the golden web of desire

and yet, the struggle continues as
i search for meaning. I approach
the food chain like a soul deprived
like the working bee on heat; thinking of first love

the quivering of the yellow moon
tickles my fancy. And I embrace the new dawn
with waves of lust. I liberate my soul. I worship in
the Temple of Hope in Terra Australis

i watch as the Priest of Hearts (this joyful soul)
wrestles with the golden birds of the realm
prowling the depths of emotion and devotion
speaking of heaven under the Star of David

my heart leaps for joy as the tiny
sparks of love particles dance to the rhythm
of the earth: probing, caressing
soothing the lonely hearts of many in Findon

i manage to utter a few words of praise
to all the gentle souls in the empire of dreams
feeding. Nourishing. Comforting the inner child
in the dreamless ‘hood of reason



© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo

The Road to Utopia

a deepening night
on the fatal shore
yet, you light up my path in silence
you bathe my soul
with countless blessings

your beauty flows
through my orbit
like the gentle river of joy
energising
every molecule in my veins

i eat the god of passion
in the heat of the moment;
merging into oneness
finding the way
into the luminous heart of the beloved

hope drops like honey
bruises heal. Scars fade.
the journey begins in earnest
you fill my desert places
with spring blossoms of desire

i embrace the new dawn
like ducks to water
i ride the waves of destiny. Learning.
searching. yearning
i lust after the magic fragrance of reason

i walk along
the winding path of promise
still longing for you;(listening to the mocking bird)
how so lonely
i feel on the road to Utopia


© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo

Dream of New Life

two worlds collide
creating
a new life on this
floating
rock of time

now, the taste
of heaven flows through my veins
like the sea of ecstasy
like the rush of passion in the morning
grooming love molecules within

the gentle spirit soars
as new light shines from the
sleepy bosom of the baby universe
purifying my soul
this longest day

i embrace the new
dawn of a thousand memories
like an orphan deprived
like the lonely child of welfare
like this tempting apple of my eye

and, yet, I hope for the best
like these refugees
in Terra Australis
doing the daily battle for
survival on the fatal shore

living the dream…
how wonderful is the
spring blossom
the warmth
of unseen hands!



© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo

The Gift

epitome of desire
the sky is heavy with the beauty
of your fragrance

a carnival of colours
on the luminous isles of dreams
sonnet of the lost boy

touched by the light
i savour the nectar of the first
flower of spring

new dawn
you lift my spirit with the magic
pollen of your sweetness

you are exquisitely tender
like Venus on heat
like all these buds and blossoms

playmate of the realm
how wonderful is your essence
the limpid eyes of blue

opening the cocoon…
the butterfly
fulfils her dreams

i taste the gift sublime
the sacred fruit
untouched by the human hand



© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo

My Father's House

a new Tv
in my father’s house
yet, in my solitude
i listen to
the sound of summer rain

i feed on
the potent fragments
of love particles in the hour of need
gleefully playing with the
excited neutrons in the orbit of Desire

i think of the magic blossom
and the quasars of fortune in my visual field
seeing the cosmic nymph of time
in a wonderful garment of light
nurturing my solitary soul in the new paradigm

the cheeky neutron from the distant planet
captures the moment; propelling me
towards the endless universe; kissing my eyes;
drawing me into the luminous
world of ageless beauty and strange shadows

i dream of the glorious age of innocence
i brooch the fundamental questions
of colour and light in the rainbow universe
i sing the blues
in the landscape of wonder

now, as curiosity snares my spirit,
like these colourful birds in the garden
i whisper to the past but embrace the future
i splash out like a meteor, like the Chosen One on a mission
finding my way at the edge of nirvana





© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo

The Secret Place

you hover
in my orbit like the wandering moon
like Nefertiti’s kitten
purring with growing intensity

yet, distance cannot
contain your tender gaze
nor can adversity diminish
the sublime beauty of your essence

poetry blossoms
purifying my soul
sowing the seeds of wonder
in the first light of dawn

the sun flickers
two planets melt into
each other like lovers on heat
transforming the universe

now, the Word liberates
my consciousness; anointing my soul
… how wonderful is pure awareness
the knowledge of the unknowing

the earth whispers
the desert dreams of rain
sound of silence

the tongue escapes his destiny
exploring the secret places of the heart with gusto:
teasing, kissing, loving; ravishing the gentle rose
in the moist hour

powered by love molecules
consumed by passion sublime
we merged into each other; sharing the dream
finding the verb to be



© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo

Timeless Beauty

how i longed for the birth of light
before the day of wonder
a future full of promise
yet, in this land of anguish and hunger,
the road to the Golden Grove
is not for the faint-hearted

but there is hope under the mushroom cloud
as the rainbow lorikeet sings,
and the moon dances
in the gentle waves,
my humble heart brims with joy
i tweet the wonders of Terra Australis

indeed, there is so much fun in
this desolate land of ravishing beauty
a land of terrible fruitfulness;
nurturing my dreams on the fatal shore
waltzing with me in silence; purifying my thoughts;
writing the first stanza of my being

it is a land of infinite tenderness, a utopian enclave
of artistic splendour, of heroic virtues of the Dreamtime
leaping into love like a new moon in my orbit
drawing my soul into her luminous heart
blending unrequited longing with endless boredom
even with all these loaves and fishes


© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo