A watery moon seen through
         the eyes of midnight
as though dissolved
         as though all light
is bound to fade
         as though all life
is neither here nor there
         and yet I know that true life
is here by my side
         in my hand
in the moment
         that passes between us
in what we rescue
         from the march of time
in what love we make

The tulip and the rose
         have their standard
their self-defining
         quintessence : so too
there is a gold standard
         to the kiss
to the embrace
         to the bodies that merge
into one
         a definition that states
that love is the one thing
         that escapes the dust
I see it in your eyes
         I hear it on your lips
I feel it in the breath we share
         and I believe

John Lyons

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