You are the lyric I sing in my sleep
riding sweet sea breeze through space beyond time.
You are soft music whose rhythm will keep
rainbows igniting, caressing my rhyme.
You are the ballad, the prairie’s ballet
dancing like light on ghostly guitar strings,
mystical vocal chords learning to pray
in lyrical praise to morning’s rising,
bright treasure of sight embracing your eyes.
You are the chorus entrancing rapture,
mastering harmony: grandeur’s surprise.
You are the aria—grace who captures
soul’s gentle pas de chat in solo flight,
guiding my sacred dream-hymn through the night.
Roger Armbrust
September 2, 2011
