A Saturday soliloquy

Who writes of the unfurling
         of fresh green leaves
of cherry blossom
         of daffodils and tulips
arrayed in all their glory
         writes of the force of life
that runs through nature
         and of the elemental energy
that drives our world
         through its cycles
of loss and abundance
         of growth and decay
of moments won and lost
         of hope and all its challenges
the warmth of flesh upon flesh
         and the coldness of the boneyard

Process
         the joining of dots
the ABC of life
         the synthesis of light
the triggers of desire
         one body that longs for another
birth and creation
         the genesis of words :
in the beginning the word
         the coupling of words
the procreation of words
         the notation of sentiments
of feelings that demand expression
         because we are nothing
without our words
         we are empty gestures
unless clothed
         in meaningful sounds
our silences – our very silences –
         teem with unspoken words

Into the intimacy
         of your inner ear
I will pour my words of love – my love – 
          as I stroke your hair
and I will raise
         a monument of affection
to your gentle beauty
         that freshly unfolds before me
I will drive my whispered words
         deep into your heart
my arms tight around you
         and not a single sigh
will escape
         my ardent attention

John Lyons