In all the simple daily things there’s an unwritten code
a coffee and a kiss and a few words of silence
as the sun rises and you slowly adjust your serene
and angelic soul
to the circumstances around you
You look at me and for a moment I’m your bauble
your creation in which you see as in a mirror
the burnished reflection of your love
It’s 7 a.m.
and it seems as though the world’s clockwork
mechanism has yet to be restarted How strange
just to lie there side by side looking into your
beautiful eyes with for a moment no notion of time
or duty or agenda or any urgent obligation other
than to be there for each other and nothing more
knowing that there is no knowledge
greater than love
John Lyons