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