This dark night lingers like a lost lover,
yet I can’t let that control my psyche.
I choose to climb tower oak, cloud cover
caressing its crown. I leap through theory
into clouds, feel my body rise beside
some unseen warmth into glistening night,
wide arms caught up in vast celestial ride
through ebony air and frosted starlight.
I suspected I’d discover you here
in secret sanctuary of silence
where gods glide through meditation, revere
your presence as I do on earth. I sense
how, sometimes, you fear to pause and measure
your own worth. But gods and I know treasure.
Roger Armbrust
February 22, 2012
