I can see you running in soft moonlight
hugging street’s edge, your slender legs stretching
like silhouette of forest deer in flight
toward distant rising field, graceful etching
of your face caught in moonglow, your bright eyes
reflecting moon. Striding alone as though
our planet’s first soul, sensing future lives
just like your own, your breath caresses blue
darkness, and suddenly from deep within,
you lift nature’s eternal song—soft prayer
for stars to guide you through all. Gentle wind
joins your solitary hymn. You take care
crossing shallow creek, its glistening mile
mirroring blessed source of your gleaming smile.
Roger Armbrust
July 27, 2011
