In the meadow

In the meadow

We who have learnt
           of the urgencies of love
who have lain
           in the meadow
among dandelions
           in a place made serene
by her gentle presence
           the flame of wild flowers
fluttering in the summer
           breeze and all thoughts
all feelings and all sensations
           folded into one mind
all shadows chased away
           into the darkness
of hours yet to come
           she a creation of the light
reflected in the light
           of my love as I in hers

Yes to reciprocity
           to harmonies of colour
and the cadences
           of liable lips
Yes to passions
           that know no bounds
unleashed in some distant
           primal storm of energy
all sight all sound all silence
           always and again

John Lyons

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