EXPLORER

Let me trace mountain range of your beauty,

scale curving contours of your silken form,

penetrate your psychic caves – brave duty

of this lover refusing to conform

to stale puritans’ “no trespass” commands.

Question origins of tri-tiered necklace,

heart-shaped ear ring, motion of slender hand

gently touching your braided crown. Your grace

seems hidden from you, yet never from me.

Let me measure your aqua iris for

its sadness and its joy, treasure its sea

reflecting sunsets you so treasure, tour

vast secret reasons of your knowing smile,

holding you close and dancing all the while.

Roger Armbrust

May 31, 2015

YOU WHO STILL BLUR MY EYES

You who still blur my eyes and burn my skin

when flowing through the room. You who hurtle

me toward sunrise’s ceaseless song, past thin

shields of memory’s caution and subtle

whispers of hope: thank you for healing smile,

eyes deeper than ancient constellations,

focusing with penetrating care while

I seem bound to Earth, your revolutions

through our universe turning blackest void

to inspiring light. I know you don’t know

you do this, perhaps wish you could avoid

such powerful gifts which cause me to bow.

Though you may not see why, surely you sense

psyche’s raw energy in our essence.

Roger Armbrust

May 30, 2015

HEARTBREAKING

I called out to her.

Turning, she tried not to wave.

Hand flashed, then fist gripped.

"HELIOS"

Carl Nielsen, composing his overture

while gazing at black Aegean – his eyes

entranced by breaking clouds, dark waves captured

by rippling tongue of white-silver sunrise

blazing now to scarlet gold – sends his strings,

horns and woodwind lifting from melody

to fanfare – their lush marriage enclosing

all: seed of earth, of man to woman, seed

of soul’s creative rising. Down the way,

at the Acropolis Museum, Anne

Marie sculpts her view of Peplos Kore,

focuses to perfect her braids. She can

sense Carl’s fingers caressing violin.

Her tooth chisel kisses the kore’s chin.

Roger Armbrust

May 19, 2015

DANCE

Everything is sex, everything is prayer,

all controlled through spirit within each cell.

This is where dance brings us, that summit where

air’s existence swirls in clarity. Tell

me, when we dance, what you feel – your nucleus

of being focused so deep, so real, earth

seems another world far from touch. For us

lost in motion’s atmosphere where our birth

echoes, we discover what soul always

knows, what breathes within our blessed memory.

We leap, we twirl, we pause. Our bodies play

tricks with the universe as our sensory

and psychic reflex soars, evolves within

that place where freedom marries discipline.

Roger Armbrust

May 15, 2015

SONG: SOON I GOTTA LET THAT OLE DOG GO

for Mandy McBryde

She came slinkin’ tonight into my yard

Another lost heart caught me off guard

Storm chasing her to my loving arms

What do I do now? ‘Cause I know

Soon I gotta let that ole dog go

She’s lying there on my couch’s red cover

Not lying like those other lost lovers

Our mission’s to keep each other from harm

Oh, what do I do now? ‘Cause I know

Soon I gotta let that ole dog go

She’s real super sweet and snuggly

Missing somebody tonight who’s dear

I wish it were me. I’m glad she’s here

I’m missing someone who treats me ugly

Still it’s good he’s gone. I’m glad she’s here

Stars breaking through. She’s scratching the door

Gazing at me like lost lovers before

Longing to break from my loving arms

What do I do now? I guess you know:

I open the door. Let that ole dog go

Linger in the doorway, watching her go

Roger Armbrust

May 9, 2015

PRAYER

For a happy life,

oh Muse, please help us decide

what actions are wise.