Sparks, like frozen lemons

A remarkable little piece of romantic hope, kindled by a chance meeting a decade ago.

sparks, like frozen lemons

caught at first glance.
a chance attraction
like a wanderer between stars
caught in the gravity well
of your incandescent eyes.

a sweet smell that draws me in,
seven powers invoked to choke
my last struggles...
a vanity to guard a sanity long lost.
the cost of a vagabond heart.

sparks struck. the kindling catches.
and it matches the fire sweeping
across the dry grass of a solitary soul.
fed by the wind of dreams returning
like the dragons on the horizon.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.