The profound poetry
The sounds drift in
through the open window
the bustle of the city
of the street below
all the separate lives
of men women and children
their passing concerns
their permanent affections
the energy that they devote
to living their day
against the backdrop
of time’s slow burn
and here within my space
I see candles and flowers
a bed and chairs and table
all of which are marking
the pace of my existence
here day and night enter
and with whispers of silence
soothe the solitude of sense
sleep comes too and with it
dreams that carry me
to different regions of myself
and still I wake
to the profound
poetry of your love
John Lyons