Zorba Teaches Dancing
Love is simple, answering all our needs.
Filling the empty, aching heart, it feeds
Souls starved for sunlight through the winter's pall.
A heart fed so warms in bitter cold. All
Joyful seasons wear love bright on their brow,
Garlanded round with light, no matter how
Night darkens. Let sun sink; it soon returns.
Cruel night grows short and sweet, when our love burns.
Magic love, key to every poem I write,
Years cannot tarnish. It gleams in the night,
Lending fire to a dwindling, waning sun.
Bouyed by love, we choose the course we run.
Vital truths rest sheltered in love's care,
We seize the key to freedom, if we dare.