What without words
        can be said
a silent gesture
        of the hands
a flicker of recognition
        in the eyes

The swans by the river
        elegant and aloof
bow their heads
        as we walk by
side by side

It’s spring again and you are
        more beautiful than ever
and when I glance at you
        you say nothing
there is no need to talk
        and my stream of consciousness
flows on through the day
        until the light fades
and in the darkness
        we merge into one

John Lyons