alas, the flowers wilted

Written just a hair over two years ago, this piece was part of the poet working through the dissolution of his second marriage. He is remarkably serene on the topic now - but for a season, despite his belief that the union was irretrievably broken by both internal and external forces, he had many, many miles to go to find peace.

alas, the flowers wilted

when you were lost
I found you,
when did the dark
surround you,
and shared my light
as long as you did ask.

not for your love,
or glory,
but to love
with nothing for me,
I held at bay the night
as purposed task.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.