An Assortment of Poems

The Dancer's Power The dancer's powerWhen all else fails except the earth;The blood of the eagle in flightPulsing in hot arteries;Air circulating clouds ringingAnd nothing so modest as the heart.But look youHow he leaps for joyHow joy propels himHolds him aloft for that momentThe egg of eternity!The dancer's total rest in flightFigure upon figure - It's an alarmingA terrific terrifying danceThat turns us inside outDrifts us to the moon and backClouds our visionTears fall.Why do tears fall?This is not easy to explain.Why do tears fall?I think it is because we areSo happy to be born;There is no greater beautyNo greater fortune.This I believe. *