Old times

And yet not you alone
           can break my faith in life
nor will I consume my days
           in backward tracings
of my heart and mind
           Each morning I wake
to the dazzle of the day
           there is a softness a fullness
a freshness in the air
           my love is greater
than the memory of it
           and it is known
by word of mouth
           by gesture of the hand

Last night as silent hues
           covered the evening sky
and the light mellowed
           into dusk and darkness
I recalled our brooding
           blissful days
with undiminished joy
           breathed in
the invulnerable air
           and the certainty
that as life wanes
           love remains

John Lyons