In the keen pure silence

In the keen pure silence
           I trudge home
as the evening slumps into night
           pieces of the city
still lodged in my mind
           another day
and then another
           and nothing changes

I look up at the sky
           that womb of darkness
out of which time
           and light were born
one time two times
           so many times over
the stars of life and of death
           that blossom into extinction
although their light lingers on
           beyond the grave
just as nothing ever goes
           into never 
just as love only ever has been
           only ever will be

John Lyons