Quiet house / calm world

Quiet house
         calm world
warm summer night
          : if she is there
it is one world
         if not
it is another
         I reach to touch
her cool soft skin
         She sleeps
I hear the purr
         of her breath
beneath the sheet
         her body shifts
Restless
         she grapples
with unthought
         thoughts
seeking reconciliation
         with herself
a resolution
         Her life
is a proposition
         in which rooms are filled
with music and art
         her day is a sunshine
an incantation
         In her sleep her lips move
as she mouths her dreams
         she is dialogue

A red sky above the city-scape
         time adrift by the river’s edge
It is always only ever now
         and the heart is precise
momentary
         a pulse of possibilities
love is what the future holds
         one body folded into another
solitude is for the planets
         I brush her hair aside
her eyes open
         and I enter
it encompasses all
         there is no exit

She sat in the chair
         sipped her coffee
birds had gathered on a barge
         moored mid-river
she sat and shared herself
         with time
I will own this day
         she said
I will be this day
         I will make it mine
and I will be yours
         I will locate my eyes
and fix them upon you
         never lose sight of you
I will take a line
         from your words
and it will be my mantra
         I will romance you
in ones and twos and threes
         and I will be
what beauty is to you
         and I will be your truth
and I will live up to it
         for all time

John Lyons