Perfect silence
The silence in which I sit
the geometry of my desires
the circle and the square
all perfect and the silence
against which the birds sing
and the stars
Whoever heard
of an imperfect star
or a sparrow or a bee ?
Perfect the silence
in which I sit
a silence of the mind
in which only words
are heard only breath
in silent rhythms
A would-be sonneteer
I lack discipline
have only
the abundance of an idle brain
to offer
Soon daffodils and wild hares
diving beneath hedgerows
and counting the days
until love returns
soon day will break
and night will fall
and swathe me
in perfect silence
John Lyons