Good care of souls

Good care of souls
           in the hands
of the poet
           in the words

Let us terminate
           our season in hell
and go forth
           in joy and charity

Let us dispel
           those mists
that keep us
           from seeing

what is
           before our eyes
In order to be one
           we must first separate

so as to conjoin
           in love’s singularity
A cloud
           has enveloped my days

but with a vengeance
           the sun will return
and with it spring
           with all its blossom

and blithe airs
           and you will shine
in all your inexhaustible
           beauty

John Lyons