The deep eyes of silence

The deep eyes of silence

The deep eyes of silence
of lips untouched
undelivered the last kiss
the mouth dry and the mind

searching for a subject
and so stripped of invention
life lurches into insanity
two sides to every bridge

But the truth was not born
in Brooklyn that summer’s day
when angels and devils crossed
paths at will : and true wars

are never won Yes there was love
more than you could imagine
and sadly perhaps truly
much more than we deserved

John Lyons

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