Is there anything more
            that you and I will do
other than live our
            silent separation
our flesh dumbed down
            shattered the rose of beauty
that we once shared
            the tower truly broken
the land laid waste
            with weed and briar
rife where the garden
            once stood

Is nothing to be learned
            from living breath
no lesson to be drawn
            from seasons past

Say rather
            that all is there
subdued but deeply held
            love poised to bud again
to spring into open space
           fresh leaf for all time

John Lyons


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