Blessings

Blessings

Of all the blessings
           I could ever wish for
to see as love sees
           would be the greatest
to live as love lives

pure and unadulterated
           let all things be themselves
the rose and the unicorn
           the leopard and the wolf

but let love be
           a brilliant undying flame
never a gesture nor a word
           but being in all intensity

what the earth gives
           the earth takes away
but not love that surpasses
           all understanding

Love holds the heart firm
           never loses its grasp
even in the darkest night
           or through the coldest winter

and that is the essence
           of peace : to see as love sees
in all places at all times
           all souls of one mind

John Lyons

Endless reflection

Endless reflection

I wonder what it is
           that shapes the light
into love everlasting :
           at times the years

simply drop away
           as though nothing
was ever lost
           and failure
never known
           I have lost count

of all the faces
           that have shed
tears in my presence
           lost count
of all the roses
           and all the thorns

they say that it’s
           a learning curve
but what is there
           to learn of love
that gathers
           instinctively
in the aching heart
           If I had all the answers

I would share them with you
           but I have only my hands
and my lips
           and my words of love
and they are yours for as long
           as you desire them

John Lyons

Night

Night

The night brings peace
           silence and the promise
of deep sleep :
           it brings an end
to the evils of the day
           and hope for a better
day to come
           and it brings you
with your soft breath
           on my face
our bodies huddled
           together in the darkness
and it brings the confirmation
           of love and the certainty
that whatever the cost
           life is always worth living

John Lyons

Digression

Digression

When I was a child
           all the talk was of
how to grow the best roses
           and what types of soil
make for a better lawn

I remember those roses
           with their savage thorns
their soft petals
           dripping with morning dew
but nobody told me
           anything about the challenges
I would face in later life

I was not a sickly child
           and I learned most things
with relative ease
           I played out on the streets
my feet dragging home the dust
           only when the sun set

Life seemed in those days
           to be administered
by perfect hands and reality
           was representational
Had someone shown me
           a Jackson Pollock
I might have had an inkling
            of what was to come

No I am not ill today
           or any other day
not even tired
           simply perplexed
by the mystery of the stars
           scintillating above
an empty ocean

and yet I know exactly
           what I need to make
a perfect day and so do you
           so why don’t we ?

John Lyons

The drifting mind

The drifting mind

Hard to remember
           the time before I knew you
the life the people the things
           I had in my life
and the many lives
           I lived in before I met you

And there have indeed been many
           quite disparate lives
many a full moon and high tide
           on distant shores
and I’m aware how
           over the years
I’ve travelled back and forth
           between my many selves
sometimes visible
           at others hiding in plain sight
my heart beating wildly
           within this fragile casket of bone

It’s hard to remember a time
           when I was ever at such peace
as now since knowing you
           I return to the woodlands
where I was born or go down
           to the river to watch the gulls
cavorting in the blustery winds
           and I try to remember
the time before I knew you
           and after a while I desist
and my mind drifts with the river
           leisurely out to sea

John Lyons