Flowers Of Words (With Accompaniment Of Sunlight) Poem by David Ugba

(1)

Is there anyone amongst us
To raise the oval laughter of happy souls
To blossom the bliss
Of the orphans and the low?
One to glow into the rooms of voices
Of singing love upon the pillows of light?

Is there anyone amongst us
To wake the sleeping flowers in bowel of affliction
And light our garments with laughter
To a sunny world?

It was Jesus from the womb of silence
That bore the witness of truth
Into the lightless rooms of your pains
And found you the rope of liberty

It was Jesus from the womb of silence
That bore witness for your golden lanterns
Sweet -echoes, bright-eternal bliss, snow-broken laughter
Love stained gates, bearers of our common songs
In the hair strands of resolved ideas
Found in a maze of love

(11)

So we sang anew
The land wakes in jubilation
For our loud laughters
Unbolts their souls' last lock
As home eagles swing their wings
On the dewy bed of the air
As freedom strain for new truth
In the shadows of joy

The land wakes in jubilation
Fame with dreams embraced
Where infernos of happy souls
Burn like bright sun flames
Smoldered the coat of ignorance
Beyond the memory of our painful days

The land wakes in jubilation
Where the sun lays eggs on the pillow of light
Regained in the reminiscence of the sweet dreams
Breathing waiting souls
Screams of fresh golden honey
Through the beauteous highways of days
Feeding into laughters
To unlock the dark rooms of the plunderers
For these genuine echoes
To babble through the skeins

Of the webs of light to sunshine
For far beyond the paths
Through the voices of unlocked eternity
We must scan through the practiced songs
To set loose the final freedom of laughing eternity