What looks the same
       is never the same
the rose the butterfly
       the tall poppies
swaying in the breeze
       the sparrow alighting
for a moment
       on the garden fence

All things are in flux
       from the subatomic
universe to the stars
       motion and emotion
what moves us literally
       and in the heart
what’s set in stone
       moves in time

Love struggles
       against the tide
but love too in time
       will fade will wither
under the weight of years
       surviving solely
in the hope
       to be reborn

John Lyons