Night invention
The darkness is ours
in which I hand to you
you hand me back
all the love
water spreads
through the earth
reaches into
the root of being
in the darkness
as mirrors rest
your secret voice
is revealed
through the blinds
a moon laced with cloud
on white linen
the thorns are removed
one by one
there is no blood
to stain
no tears to dry
your mouth
is an abyss
into which
I willingly fall
and sleep comes
gently
John Lyons
