You who come to me in moonlight over
this silver cloud sea, you who ride glowing
seashell defying all odds, my lover
in dreams golden fathoms deep, allowing
me lives within my life, please wait for me.
You who lead me out of mystified sleep
to magic fog veiling dawn’s reverie,
you who whisper sacred legends to keep
us alive, keep me. You with angel hair
flowing, ether breath blowing all knowing
into my yawning mouth, sealing your care,
your glistening-mist arms lifting, showing
me distant stars where lost psyches repair,
pause, caress me, lift me from here to there.
Roger Armbrust
November 20, 2010
