You in red silk dress caught in wind’s vast flow.
You who leap to wind’s caress, bare shoulders
glistening like glass, kiss of falling snow.
You whose red silk spreads like god wings, bolder
than eagles or angels in flight, fill night
with your moonlight snow dance. Weave through bamboo
forest’s temples, slender as spirit’s flight,
tall as hope grasping for peace of mind through
moonlight’s graceful silence. You, wind-streaming
hair flowing like memory. Only sight
of your night eyes can leave psyche dreaming
or waking, marrying snow and moonlight.
You, who keep cold night’s reasons, please pause there.
Hold me in deep warmth of your healing stare.
Roger Armbrust
July 14, 2013
