Pochomil, Nicaragua
A place of kindness
of fresh-cut flowers
and rounded gestures
of deep affection
eyes streaming sunlight
the words whispered
on her lips brighter
than any stars
Last night in vain
the moon sought
to distract me
from her beauty
A place of silence
a delta through which
endless passion flows
into an unmapped sea
Shores I walked with her
under shade of palm
soft sand underfoot
and time teeming
breath of poetry
of instants captured
utterly eternal resurrection
of love
John Lyons