Out of the air

Out of the air
out of the sun
out of the earth
all beauty

a world
made flesh
the bone and blood
by the warmth
of her breath

the long hair
that spins
in the wild wind
that lashes
her ruddy cheeks

her voice strung
with the strings
of a harp
I could listen
for hours
for a lifetime

watch her fingers
admire the spoils
of her handiwork

Those were fine days
never to be forgotten
a life lived
in the shape of love

John Lyons


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