Love song

Between us a pattern
           of affections
that carries us through
           the splintered light
of the primrose day
           delicate as a breath
of summer air

so often I have turned
           to see my love
in your eyes
           as we walked by the river
or under the city lights

or leaf upon leaf falling
           in the woodlands
where we have traipsed
           together my tongue
never tiring of your name

happiness and grace
           that come from the knowing
and the showing
           of that sole syllable
eternal in its undying

John Lyons