X-Ray, John Lyons (oil on canvas)

Let’s call it songrise
when the light breaks
across the horizon
and sparrows come
to sing at my window

Hers was a face made
before the world was born
formed from the energy
of dark drifting stars
her hair spun from silence

Here let my heart be laid bare
muscular intuitions shaped
in the vanity of words
All things may be numbered
days years and the hours

in which love multiplies
in endless invention
How many times did I kiss
those scarlet lips and look
into those soft tempting eyes 

John Lyons