I tell myself time will arrive to get
you started. Time will come to stand beside
you. Time will stand as we lie under sets
of oaks, leaves and stars reflecting the tide’s
rhythm through brief night. Time will hear rhythms
like soft breeze through your vocal chords. Time will
touch your throat, feel vibrations as schisms
of earth and air when breath flees body. Still,
we will watch one another like heroes
created by great poets: blessed maiden
touching dark water, bringing light, a rose
warmed by the vase of your breasts, gentle grin
causing this tarnished knight to wish all time
would sing as I hand you this leaf of thyme.
Roger Armbrust
October 31, 2010
