She slept within me

She slept within me and I within her
a blue sky smiled down on us    and the trees
stood in silence     Grace to be born into
everlastingness   untouched by the heat
on the street
               to move among fresh flowers
to taste the land on our tongues and through our
love to keep time’s wastage at bay     I had
so many questions o gentle soul   How
strange for you to be gone      an expanding
s p a c e   impossible to fill with words or
tears and you so well aligned that you sleep
the world     borne on the drift of ageing stars
a poem on the page      a string of words
as snow falls across
                      the whole of Ireland

John Lyons

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