There is a simplicity in love
To help solve those difficult equations we impose
Upon our own problems of life:

There is nothing complicated about joy -
It is only an appreciation which takes us far beyond
The beginnings of our self
When we who still desired strove mightily
Against all other desires and our own.

Had we stopped, sat even, for moments, still,
We might have seen the clouds
Shape-changed by wind
As they passed above
There where even our street-hardened desire
Could not go.

But we had to fight to prosper to live
And only in passion did we glimpse in moments a beauty
Beyond -
As when, satiated within our lover's arms,
Our being relaxed to journey in defiance of our life
To where some gods were born
While rain played as rain played upon those panes of glass
And a Church clock tolled its ten amid the morning city noise
In her Apartment
When we who waited warm in bed should long ago
Have been upon our way to work.

All religions were born from such answers
Before we lost the Vision in the words:
Each day we need to try to remember the questions
That brought such beauty
Perhaps once only
To our treasured space on Earth:

But can just one poem give just one waiting killer
Just one vision of a wider reality of life?
 

DW Myatt