A poem

A poem
     a seed planted in the dust
of your dreams
     a space and a possibility
fenced with words
     that leap over boundaries
that simply will not
     be contained

Silently
     she held me in those blue
engaging eyes
     my tight-lipped love
In this wide universe
     there will be other frosts
other days and other nights
     but no other us

The mind too
     is a place of cultivation
where the rose
     and the rhododendron
may flourish
     What beauty in those names
the lily and the marigold
     gardenia and wild cherry

Winter will pass
     Sparrows will refresh the nest
new voices to enrich
     the dawn chorus :
in truth
     beauty much more
than a backdrop to love
     is its essence

John Lyons