vows are made

Something thoughtful, gentle, but in full affection and passion.

vows are made

vows are made.
strangely familiar, but to a different depth
in a strange land where tomatoes taste
of the colour red, and words said
are more than tongues pushing air around.

sanctified.
a memory brought back from a place we faced
alone once, with nothing but shadows and shades
to keep us company in a world where flesh
is never enough, the heart and soul are bound.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.