Midnight prowl

Under a bright moon the streets
         are bathed in mystery
A fox ambles down the road
         heading for the railway
but there are no trains at this hour
         The fox sees me and begins to run
it darts across the bridge
         to the other side of the tracks
and by the time I get there
         it has vanished into the crisp air

The stars follow me home
         they have been there all my life
and they mean so much to me
         but they have not been decisive
I make the decisions round here
         just as I make the mistakes
and I get some things right

I think of her and the smile
         she brought into my life
barely two months ago
          She has turned my world
upside down and filled it
         with love : nothing will ever
be the same again
         nothing need ever
be the same again

John Lyons