Second ode
In the dark drift of night
you are there beside me :
we have survived the many
moon-marked phases of our love
and many a sober truth
has been told
many a subtle confidence
exchanged
Not a single day
can be detained
much less a year
and we who have risen up
from the soil are bound
by its inexorable rule
and yet we lie together
adrift in the dark night
substantial in our affections
a love deeper than the silence
of winter roses and of a beauty
more enduring
John Lyons
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