by the gates, by the pillars

Something new moves in the shadows and clouds. Or is it an elder passion, sliding between the facets? I wish I knew. Probably he is not even sure. He included with it a note to be presented before it:

"It is in plain sight that I hide my light, for the foolish do not understand. The uncomprehending need hope. And evidence of my faith is essential to those who dare believe, even bound in other webs."

by the gates, by the pillars


The road to Kyrienar is long and unmarked
parts parked with memories unrelented
with sins unrepented. Emotions vented
in steam that screams tin whistle warnings
of mornings where there was nothing but touch
and taste and tears to cheer the sunrise.

And I will wait at the gate.
For that is to my purpose.
But this is by my choice, not fate,
as mine is the light in shadows.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.