Brevity

The ripple of words
         tipped into the silence
spoken out of emotion
         feelings directly expressed
one person facing another
         devoid of affectation
pure breath

A cold clear morning
         sun burning up the frost
at a loss as to what to regret
         basking in the warmth
of her enduring love
         and all that has happened
within the memory
         of a rose and the song
of a nightingale

John Lyons