My feelings you may never realize,
these sonnets you may never see. My thoughts
of you when fading night turns to sunrise
and I too rise, your smiling vision caught
up in my psyche and calmly welcomed
there like an old friend caressed so warmly
before holiday’s fireplace. Your grace comes
so briefly and yet reverberates, flees,
then returns to walk with me through countless
days. How do I account for you staying
with me through these sacred hours, my eyes blessed
with your essence? Surely constant praying
to my higher power confirms your kind
spirit’s presence, consecrating my mind.
Roger Armbrust
November 23, 2010
