To come and go in the ways of the world
as the world of people come and go
is difficult, grows difficulty.
When gestures cut, feelings tear,
all the small centers
of friction multiply.

Yet there’s a turn beneath that noise
where music calls the restless heart
by rose tones into a chord
sounds, grows, inundates
the quarreling shadows in
their blinding sun of love.


  Ronald Jorgensen
29 November 2003
© Ronald Jorgensen