Sometimes when I close my eyes, I’m floating
suddenly beneath strange pulsating sea
calming yet electrifying, something
like bright cloud yet not cloud surrounding me
in vibrating rainbow light. I feel you
with me, love, though you’re gliding out of sight
somewhere in our mystic ocean, its hues
a dream spectrum of mystery, like night
and morning weaved in silent meteors
blazing in slender streaks through gray-blue space.
Then I somehow sense something like splendor
of your psyche, me suspended in grace
of your eye’s iris, my soul free of fear,
and through your magic sight my vision’s clear.
Roger Armbrust
November 27, 2010
