Morning sketch

Where she sat
she sits
at the window seat
watching the world
as it passes by

Time age
and all that is
immaterial
have not tempered
her beauty

But she ponders
the riddle of her life
Petals fall
from the white orchid
they litter the floor

A life lived daringly
on the shores of the ocean
or by swift flowing rivers
with much sunlight
with much moon
many stars

She sits and ponders
the mystery of love
what it means to have
and to hold
till death do

and why are love’s laws
so severe
when the flesh is weak
and a kiss is just a kiss
why must she
remember this ?

John Lyons