so

There are many theories about this poem, and the poet just smiles that beatific mystery smile when asked who it is about and if it reflects a real passion or an abstract vision of a love that might have been but never was.

so

so.
looking for a little truth
a little warmth
still hiding in the ashes
as the timestream
trashes the childhood dreams
of glass palaces and knights
astride great stallions.
a subtle reflection on legends
we cut on a lathe of prayers
to shape the wood of life
to a likeness of your legs,
the night they twined about me
to hold me for a moment.
for a lifetime.
as your voice denied your soul
(three times and then some.)
but the sacrament rolled on
into the calling darkness.
the falling starkness.
when your heart opened
like a flower of
night blooming jasmine,
to steal
what little resistance remained.
so.
can I change your life,
as you have changed mine?
forever.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.