Love dust

Grey sky and enigmatic sea 
       the colour of molten lead
What will lift the day
       into another dimension
What fresh flowers will bloom
       beneath this sullen sun

Cats stray from roof to roof dragging
       the empty hours behind them
: here but for the sparrow hawks
       there is bird silence

Each place has its own truth
       its own sounds and textures
and in the skies at night a brilliant
       brotherhood of unique stars

Who can fail to dream
       when they observe them
who can fail to long for endless love
       when all the rest is dust ?

John Lyons

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