Centres: it’s going crazy

Love is his companion

Joyce

Logic’s flying madly round my house, I 

Began a poem, thinking Joyce wise

But love is always my companion

In flight, elsewhere, lives in your eyes

Love’s, yes, seeing in me you,

Displays only your portraits, inside

From here, I wish to settle on

Your love, above the fight, lift high

How leave my battle-weary eyes

For yours, my companion, always flying?