I keep dreaming about you, marveling
on waking how my body quakes, feeling
you close, your loving eyes and smile, loving
words and quick jokes, every movement healing
us. We learn how normal’s never normal
to our creative psyches, our spirits
married to our universe’s spiral
of endless energy. We may fear it
at first, at last conceive reality
resting in honesty. How loving eyes
reflect sun’s passion, moon’s fidelity
to peaceful tides. I hear Morricone’s
“Gabriel’s Oboe”, sacred music true,
melding our whispers as I enfold you.
Roger Armbrust
June 17, 2020
