Eternal Verses

Sometimes, our inner selves only find

Expression in praise of one of great esteem.

Collecting similar fragments of dreams till it combines

In the face of a portrait that’s indeed a masterpiece.

At such times our creativeness answers only

To the pulses of our heart’s response,

To the spur of the moment.

And as we accept the urgent instance,

We truly live in the magical minute.

As I write for you, my writing dons a facade

There’s a worth in the seconds composing my days.

I value the verity that I can scribble for you,

That I can author a verse so eternally true.

Akpan