Tonight

the moon is a cradle
        I lower my thoughts
into it gently
        my feelings

its light
        casts shadows
across the darkness
        and brings comfort

I know that I am
        not alone
in the emptiness
        of the universe

sometimes
        when I write
I realize that words
        have a mind of their own

that I am powerless
        over their meaning
that their viral load
        can create unease

what synchronises
        the warm breath
of human bodies
        we call love

the only known
        antidote to chaos
we call the desire
        to make art

John Lyons

The bright side

Rain today but
the sun will soon shine
I am assured

tulips require
the rain and
they are raring go

just beneath the soil
surface : the bulbs
have been switched on

it’s just a matter
of time and
temperature

along with my tears
my shadow will
soon dry

John Lyons

The pant and sigh

The spirit of peace
        large and rich and thrifty
that builds vast and populous cities
        that encourages agriculture
and the arts and commerce
        the balance of freedoms
nothing too close
        nothing too far off
neither the stars too far off


The poet who is a workman

        who concentrates the light
who turns a pivot with his finger
        allows no time to stray
is obedient to his conscience
        who understands how
the processes of life grow men
        and women and children
who talks of the soul of eternity
        as manifest in the rose
and in all creatures
        his thoughts hymns
in praise of things
        equable and egalitarian
expecting and believing
        and trusting in what is good
and upright and firm-fibered
        who sees certainties
for what they are
        and beauty for what it is
the preserve of the smile
        and the noble gesture
a beauty beyond the pant
        and sigh of sex
the beauty of fluent truth
        expressed
in the beauty
        of words that are lashed
to the earth out of which
        all things arise

John Lyons