Memo To My Spouse

Your green leaves have caught me on your trees To leave you no more but to offer pure greenery Like the ointments brewed out of the olive trees Planted in the solitary orchard in my heartbeats

I doff my heart and my hat like the panting harts I am the wandering clown singing on the crowns Upon the doves cooing colourfully in your lawns I remain the raw material for their golden beaks

I am the lonely weaver bird weaving birthrights Scripted solidly on the Holy Scripture from ages Where faith crowns worn on the purified hearts Accentuated by sanctuary of morals’ tranquillity

The innumerable multitudes of seasoned smiles On your face like the suns celebrating an energy Uploaded on the colourful rainbows in the skies To drown on the celebratory ocean floors’ flaws

When joint account of love is jointly over drawn And the cheques of knitted hearts are signed out Under the signatures of our compound interests You vetted my drafts and voted for an adventure

Love is elusive, exclusive, inclusive, conclusively I shrink not from my beliefs your heart my relief Your love has prosecuted me times with seasons I remain the inmate in the template of your arms

By Adeola Ikuomola Tel:+234-8031373303 E-mail:seasonsglobal@gmail.com