Photo dust

I’m writing to you to say     finally
I get it     Champagne in Berlin in that
chic hotel     close to the Brandenburg Gate
the bubbles  the effervescence    nothing
lasts forever       so live for the moment
Birthdays come and go
                           relationships too
unless they are grounded in love      Venice
was meaningless      so too Paris    and Rome
As Patsy once said “You make your own bed
you lie on it.”      Counted the stars last night,
some were missing.
             How strange to be gone     a
black hole    a dead letter    silence bleeding
from a desert sky     photo dust     decay
we’re all here to go
                       so ciao and good luck

John Lyons

All that love ago

Brandenburg Gate

Christmas lights
       on the linden trees
and an icy wind blowing
       in from Siberia
flakes of snow
       curling in the light
of the streetlamps
              dusting the pavement

I remember Berlin 
        how dark it was
how cold and dark it was
       when we left the Hotel Adlon
and sauntered up
       to the Brandenburg Gate

All those years ago
       all that time
all that dust
       all that love ago

John Lyons

Layers of love

waters
Troubled waters, John Lyons (20 x 30 cm, oil on canvas)

Layers of love

Snow fell as they tramped 
through the empty streets
of Berlin


What was in their hearts
protected them

from the bitter cold

And as they passed hand in hand
beneath the Brandenberg Gate 
they felt invincible 

Life is often what lies beneath
a landscape in which
layers of love
have been laid to rest 

John Lyons


Birthday in Berlin

Brandenburg Gate
Brandenburg Gate, Berlin

Birthday in Berlin

One night last December
           we sauntered up
to the Brandenburg Gate
           as they were hanging
Christmas lights
           on the linden trees

An icy wind
           was blowing in
from Siberia
           flakes of snow curled
in the streetlamps
           and feathered
the pavement
           I remember
how dark it was
           all that history
all that repression
           and now the release
the freedom
           couples strolling
arm in arm or hand in hand
           pausing to take pictures
or simply to admire
           the majestic scene

We strolled into the Hotel Adlon
           for champagne
raised our glasses
           took a sip of pleasure
together : it was
           a happy birthday

John Lyons