Time threads its way
Time threads its way
through the rain
down into the gutter
down into the earth
the gentle drizzle of time
and I lie here thinking of her
far away now
but remembering the closeness
the soft warmth of her body
the beauty of her composure
the sheer energy of her existence
everything that drew me to her
As galaxies roll around the universe
as stars are born and others die
as fresh shoots of life appear
all around me I pine for her
hating her absence and the silence
with which she has filled
my days and nights
There was an intensity
to what we shared
with all the simplicity
of passion – and I know
that it can never die
And so I wait for her
to turn again – to return
to place her heart
into my hands once more
John Lyons
