You with beauty of distant galaxies
reflecting Great Light and constant rebirth.
You with love depth to challenge gravity
and every breath, sensing eternal worth
of each cell’s existence. You who swim pools
and oceans with ease. You whose laughter fills
sun with nurturing fire, who suffer fools
like me gazing at your beauty until
poetry inspires painting imagery
of you through gentle phrases. You who turn
images of your own to poetry --
listen a moment, please, to what I’ve learned
by reaching to touch our burning stars in flight.
Let me listen to you through whispering night.
Roger Armbrust
July 24, 2015
