A clear day
and no memories
the treeline in the distance
dappled with sunshine
Today I will walk and ride
and sit and dream
by the riverside
where our life flowed
so sweetly
All those years
that meant so much
the many bridges
we crossed
the many sunsets
we shared
the laughter
and the love
the many petals
of fallen roses
John Lyons
A globule –
a small dark cloud
of gas and dust
seen against the background
of a luminous nebula
or more simply
a viscous drop of fat
ball-shaped hence the globe
Falstaff’s belly shifted from Curtain Road
in Shoreditch to Southwark
all the world within the confines
love and jealousy and murderous
ambition alongside scholarly indecision
tears running down their cheeks
of joy and laughter
of pain and despair
full of the pomp and circumstance
of life lived out on the boards
the bard with a silver tongue
who filled that word that name
that astronomical sphere
with drama with poetry
with all the magical dust
of human life
John Lyons
I have picked a path
through the day
and now that the sun is setting
I sit here wallowing
in the afterglow
light softly fading
as time settles down
for the night
Within what memories
I have lived these hours past
of moments and places
and feelings that can never
be relinquished
down by the silent river
or along those dusty streets
where nothing ever changes
where nothing will ever
be the same again
John Lyons
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