for Ravi, who created her
Princess in heaven of dark stars, I thank
you for your deep eyes, pure blue Sarovars
flowing forth sacred memory once blank
with pale sorrow, now dreams of Amritsar’s
Harmandir Sahib blazing gold by day,
glowing jewel by night, its four gazing doors
opening my spirit to all. This play
on recall helps renew garden of your
face, vast galaxies of your pastel gown
cascading its own universe beyond
my framed sight. Let me call on your eyes, grown
calm as windless sea, your angelic wand
hidden from sight, your crown of etched golden
imagery. Guide me, healed and emboldened.
Roger Armbrust
November 15,
2012
