There is always dancing

There is always dancing

Somewhere

Happiness is never frivolous

There are Magpies

With more cunning

Than morals

Passing information

One to another

Without changing

The meaning of a whisper,

They know more about this world

Than I.

There is music

Drifting on the wind

Over the hills

Deep down in the dales

Across rivers and streams

Further, than my eyes can see

My ears can hear.

There is meaning in silence

It is not always the same

Magpies joke among themselves

I count more than seven

Whatever that might mean

Their secrets

Wrapped in silver tongues

Counted out in matching pairs

And laid before me

In a dream.

I wished for joy

Far off, in the distance

An ocean shimmers

As illuminating

As the finest diamond

And even though it was a dream

I knew

If I could believe in one truth

I would believe in you.