Lost in words

After the violent storm
           the silence
the stillness
           a period of recuperation
strolling at night
           beneath the stars
little movement
           in the trees
no birdsong
           the moon not visible
a pleasant temperature
           a lightness in our steps

How easy it is at times
           to be human
and yet at other times less so
           our shifting lives
and the treacherous illusions
           of our logic

Heavy thoughts
           when the soul is hurt
when love has been
           withdrawn
and we become
           lost in words
when our pain
           has nowhere to turn

John Lyons

Revised