Dance Of The Flowers Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Began then.

Dance that rose with rhythm
Wild and raw
And confused - but rose
All the Flowersgrew
Long as giraffes
And more scents blew

Ah! the mount of Calvary
To ascend
Of suffering and
Martyrdom
You must dance and dance
In ever-growing heights
In the
Dance of the Flowers
Secret dance.

And
From your life
You must pay for the Dance
To take part
Pay
From the Bank of life again
And again.
And
Though Dawn come, your brain
Must be tuned
To dancing still
Till the last breath remain
The Dance of the Flowers.