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