If you could see your beauty through my eyes
you’d greet each creature who approached with smile
so gentle none would fear you—your soft, wise
voice causing every beast to pause a while,
silently rejoice at your offered hand,
bow humbled head and feel your healing touch.
If you could see how your posture commands
the crowded room, sacred light, or how much
aura surrounds your motion, then you’d sense
Chopin’s joy at composing sonatas
steeped in genius and filled with dissonance
igniting art. Or Schumann’s cantata
sculpted from Thomas Moore, his angel’s vice
exacting a tear to gain paradise.
Roger Armbrust
January 30, 2012
