Love lucid

Love lucid
           in the light of day
so the year turns
           and the leaves
as feathers
           to the wind
out with the old
           There is a pattern
to our history
           and to the steps
we have taken
           eternal return
and growth
           Inchlings all
purged of ambition
           we adhere
to a prophetic script
           and what does it all mean
and where will it all end
           love lucid in the dark night

John Lyons