Joy

The spirit's soul is joy
delicate, balanced
strings held by
friends on the ends;
by a seldom madness sometimes constrained
by silence; still, quiet, soft,
in whose presence thoughts mix,
souls mix, understood;
in whose music we play.


A sunrise now set
a rent up now let
a friend's hurt to forget
to live is a delicate balance of imbalance.

gf 70's