for S.
Sadness leads us to this peak where legends
live. Unsure how we reached here, we raise arms
to sun, gaze at lake, see it’s not life’s end
but starting again our journey, sense charms
from gods infuse us. We kneel, release tears
into pristine blue water, view current
send them to silent river flowing years
before us. We follow this stream, events
beyond our power, kept intact by faith
in nature’s whispering dream. What carries
us like graceful deer down this shaded path
perhaps angels will explain, or fairies
singing legend. We only know now we
stand and pray, our feet touched by throbbing sea.
Roger Armbrust
June 28, 2010
