The phoenix

The phoenix

The king’s a thing
            so too the lover
and their love
            an essence that acts
through its breath
            The beauty in number
remote hearts
            the come together
in one space
            twixt
a wonder : let none
            put asunder

John Lyons

Dove tales

Dove tales

Not born of nothing
but from a substance

extracted from the stars :
and so our mineral minds

reason with our feelings
hearts remote yet not asunder

and everywhere number
and simplicities compounded

distance and space all relative
the objects of sense and love

a noise that radiates
throughout the known universe

the character of the affections
so deep that either was

the other’s mine and wisdom
an affair of the embedded soul

John Lyons