
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