Beautiful Noise

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.

–December, 2001

Poetry Writing Dancing Badger