The Spring Flower

My quest
Leads me to the inner
Sanctum of your
Being, the epicentre
Of great joy

Laughter…
At last, the golden
Treasure unveiled

Deep inside
The heart of Virtue…
Love blossoms
Like the first flower
Of spring

Happiness
Is the free spirit
That sails…
Gently along the secret
Rivers of time

Behold
The dome of pleasure…
Rising from
The lively veins
Of the soul

Sing
To me, lyrebird,
The beautiful
Songs of the waxing
Moon of Oz

Hold me
In your gentle arms
Oh Sweet Violet…
The spring flower
Of my dreams

Ah, the cool
Image of the spring flower…
Dancing in the wind


© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo