gentle soul

This piece was composed by the poet as he sat in Anastasia's Asylum, his favorite coffeehouse, in Santa Monica...there was a young woman sitting nearby, looking a bit vulnerable. So the poet wrote this piece, hand-copied it, then presented it to her, merely saying that it was for her and wishing her well.

Then he walked out and never looked back.

gentle soul

I see in you a gentle soul.
maybe bruised. perhaps frightened.
but brave enough to save yourself
when comes the time to take brightened
visions into the tomorrows hollowed
by those who have swallowed your tears
and only smiled. beguiled by their
own charms reflected in your soulful eyes.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.