The lantern lock secures bright flame bringing
light to our shoreline. Ebbing sea whispers
your name within my sight, ghost wind singing
it beyond me through black night like vespers
echoed by blessed saints. Within distant stars
I sense Morse code flashing blue-glow letters
of your name through galaxies seen as far
as Hydra’s supercluster. I’d better
pray, or fear your name repeated throughout
our universe may overtake my heart’s
rhythm, my psyche’s clear eye start to doubt
its reasoned vision. I must tear apart
this sonnet, its title calling your name,
unlock the lantern, let scraps feed its flame…
Yet if I do, I’ll love you just the same.
Roger Armbrust
February 6, 2011
