To hold you in my mind like a primrose
petal pressed under glass will just not do.
Better lily in clear pond floating close
as breath to clouds mirrored in water’s blue
reflection, as though blessed to float and fly
at once, ultimate life of freedom: What
we’ve longed for all this time. I can’t say why
I sit next to you, watch your motions, chat
one moment, speak heartfelt the next of friends,
family, body, spirit, our constant
thread of honesty curling through. You send
me to a new space, the outer you and
inner you flowing through my sacred door
like light, as though we’ve done this all before.
Roger Armbrust
