Pulsars

From the great vortex
           comes harmony
structure out of chaos
           energy that cools
into matter
           and ultimately
into flesh and blood

blood the colour of fire
           and of oxidised iron
love that descends
           into the mouth of hell
to retrieve love
           Orpheus armed only
with a harp

reality is
           what we imagine it to be
so too is love
           the love of one
created in our image
           and likeness
the whirl of emotions
           resisting
the centrifugal pull
           of the universe

light is the colour
           of life
it purifies the soul
           is music to our ears
is food of love
           is pulsars
of accelerated particles
           one pulse beating
in time to another
           in time

John Lyons