Lip service to love

April showers May flowers
           Bluebells line the railway line
the sun hides in the sky
           and at night the darkness
beats at my window
           I see silence all around me
I hear it in my heart
           the stillness of trees
that long for birds
           to alight on their branches

April flowers May showers
           and lambs frolic in the fields
the beautiful illusion of blue skies
           and summer silences
At night the world curls
           into a ball
sleeps by my door
           until first light
when untrammelled dreams
           unravel before my eyes
an occupational hazard
           pays lip service to love

John Lyons