I love to watch you read my poetry.
I bet you didn’t even know I do.
I gaze at your shining eyes, symmetry
of your senses flowing through their glow to
my eyes. The way you single out phrases,
connect them to dear memory and dreams.
I feel your responses, silent praises,
inspirations to create holy schemes:
bless the universe with ancient vessels
of art and love—connect all glimmerings
of light to form the Greater Light so all
can see deeper, farther through shimmering
eternity. I watch your mouth; feel blessed
when you finish a verse and whisper, Yes.
Roger Armbrust
January 12,
2013
