Suppose it is a new mercy   a kiss
perhaps from once upon a long ago
a brief return to that other eden
Words words words
               and the same old story  Cut
to the past  There was a time and a place
when butter wouldn’t melt and tulips came
from Amsterdam and we danced under a
watermelon moon    And another night
when my fingers froze as we sailed the dark
Danube and you leaned in to tell me a
winter’s tale of a betrayal you had
suffered at the hands   And in your eyes I
could see the silent river flowing out
to sea   So let’s suppose
                                    a new mercy

John Lyons