I have so much life to share with you, please
forgive me if I sing. Sometimes my song’s
life’s only summary. It helps release
deep you in me, returning to prolong
deep me in you. We’re curled forest’s thick vines
you love to swing like nature’s jungle jims;
great mountain’s green field stretching to fine line
of rocky ledge looking out past curved rim
of sunrise – fertile valley’s lamplight. When
your grey-capped head framed in long hair appears
a vision through snow-coated branches, grin
turning to bright song, I celebrate dear
presence of you – honor your resonance:
echo your lyric, or praise with silence.
Roger Armbrust
June 24, 2015
