That’s you tonight, moon glowing golden light.
I know, since I beheld your face today
golden from summer sun, your shining sight
igniting me to passion and to pray –
all this within my silence admiring
you. Moon last night, I’m sure, radiated
blue of you, ocean blue of your smiling
eyes, leading me to believe I mated
with some guardian angel, we blessed two
secluded among distant clouds – a sense
I never felt before. They say blue moons
appear on nights volcanoes erupt. Since
holding you, I comprehend how mountains
explode, releasing deep pleasure and pain.
Roger Armbrust
July 8, 2015
