Brief lives brief memories

O rose     pure contradiction    sleep softly
under so many lids     Your thorned beauty
sans pareil in the kingdom of decay
incites all who see you to ecstasy
So brief your silent life immortalised
in paint and poetry
                        you bless the vows
of lovers even as you follow them 
down to the grave and mingle with their dust
I had so many questions    :   all my life
Brief lives    brief memories     and crystal tears
that soak into the soil to feed your death
To what purpose do the stars move if not
to foster love       Grace to be born into
—o so rare— 
           an age of enlightenment

John Lyons

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