You who carry beauty
like a poem
whispered in pearl ears
of smiling muses,
knowing your gentle
phrases can please them
to no end, how each
lyric amuses
gods at their leisure
like lovely children
dancing deer-grace
through their Elysian fields,
dance on. You who carry
beauty hidden
even deeper than your sacred
face yields,
deeper than your ocean
eyes reveal, show
me the way through green
valley of your soul.
Guide me at your runner’s
pace, vision’s glow
encircling your loping
form, calm control
in your joyous song:
angel’s clarion.
You who carry beauty,
please carry on.
Roger
Armbrust
May 10, 2012
