I want to talk with you about sad eyes,
love. Eyes of loved ones here and loved ones gone.
Soul magnets, let’s call them. We realize
their power, mirrors of our past, someone
we hoped would stay. Reflections of today,
limits to our hours and songs to capture
our sighs and smiles, how we react and pray
for happy lives we know recede as pure
air we once shared. Tell me, when I watch you,
what you see. Do you feel me kneel within
your heart’s corridors? How my thoughts catch you
before your spirit falls through lost walls thin
as ash? Could your hands sense my silent prayer
that noonday I first saw you sitting there?
Roger Armbrust
June 13, 2010
