First will and testament
The world we live in and by
but not for
no purpose other than
the true birth of our self
that work in progress
each of us carries within
the rose focused on its beauty
the thrush and the nightingale
defined species of being
while we must make ourselves
day by day and choice by choice
whether it is nobler in the mind
and in the body to be true
and the essence of poetry
to which Marianne Moore
was by no means averse
anecdote of the soul maybe
but as far from the banal
as one can get
and as far into love
as another will permit you
each incandescent moment
lived for its honesty
and the pleasure
of shared being
living in love not for it
loving that equilibrium
of frenetic surrender
passion of the flesh
that thrills the soul fibres
of the mind slipping into
and out of each other
John Lyons