Under the bridge

Under the bridge 

Under the bridge
the white waters flow
down to the sea
where time is lost
and consanguinity
dilutes into nothing

Leave aside love’s carnage
the count of days
and weeks and years
the sad dismemberment
the body wracked
and rocked with
lust’s last pangs

Here was a song
set to a merry tune
Here was a life to which
the stars were no impediment
Here was a love
that should have spelt
ageless infinity

John Lyons


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