End of the affair
How many dawns
did we wake to sunshine
and to the chill fresh air
down by the river
In my thoughts
you are everywhere
you are your very likeness
but there is within you
a hidden voice that is distracted
that reaches for words
but cannot find them
Love you say
flies on faded wings
it has no meaning
once you surrender
to your mirrored fate
and so your heart tears
into thin strips
the linen of your soul
rent to tatters
The bridge was a monument
to tenderness
to boldness
a place to defend
with your life
should you so desire
but in darkness you prefer
to fritter away your tears
and to make your mouth
absent from mine
And so silence
that arises from the calm
slop of sleep
and caprice has done
your destiny to death
in dishonoured time
So be it
loveless there is no joy
indecisive
you serve no one
not even yourself
and all that you have
to give and to share
goes unspent
John Lyons