The earth we walk
Something pure and simple
on these cold mornings
when there is ice underfoot
and windows are frosted
birds singing as though
it were the dawn of time
which for them it is
just as it is in a sense for us
we live on the threshold
of the instant our memories
filled with future projects
it’s all about what is to come
the next move the next step
each of us with our own agenda
the marriages of hope
and expectation
the bones we have built up
for finer things
there are those who live
on the side of time
and those who resist it
those who could stare
for hours
into the heart of a rose
and those who could never
see the point
We live within the ruins
of decadence and beauty
new cities will rise up
on the site of our demise
but not for the moment
the rose too will wither and die
but not for the moment—
love all you can
while you can
the rest is history
John Lyons
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