We who conceal light deep in psyche’s vast
hidden canyons. We who hoard secret fire
with trembling hands denying desire cast
as dancing shadows on walls of empire
ruling erupting hearts. We with inner
eyes glancing exploding stars, exploring
each parallel universe of peace where
conscious minds intermingle, imploring
all yet refusing to stay. We who burn
yearning incense in false prayer, raveled arms
paralyzed to reaching toward ancient urns
boarding prancing candle flames, chancing warm
possibilities for our fingertips,
shaded kisses to our quivering lips.
Roger Armbrust
August 7, 2012
