Meander

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

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