Meander
Words that live
in the imagination
the blue sense of sky
and a rose
the colour of love
naked jubilation
and the day’s first kiss :
he draws a bow
across a set of strings
and a chord is struck
in the heart
where affections
are scaled
day by day
Misfortune is love
misplaced
or that fails
to draw breath
a bluebird flitting
from branch to branch
must mean something
even though its shy song
is rarely heard in full
time and cinders
treat with contempt
there is only one story
live it be it
and never say die
John Lyons