The Dreaming Sky

it’s a long journey
to the realm of dreams
where the spring
water flows
with vivid colours
of the rainbow

yet, the cricket
does not sing
there is nothing
in the periphery of society for those in need
under the dreaming sky
there is absolutely nothing but the voice of compassion
the gentle waves of heaven
as the earth moves

the restless struggle
for survival
continues unabated
even as the moon
glows in silence
showering me
with the divine blossoms
this ancient night

hunger raises its
ugly head despite all these
loaves and fishes

poverty sweeps across
the dreamscape of promise
like the chill wind
from the Snowy Mountain
bathing
the young lives
in bitter tears
and pricking the moral
conscience of the nation



© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo