a patient, passionate heart

See the afternotes for some illumination.

a patient, passionate heart

I will sit here, with her, until moments bleed away
and she rises from her bed on legs strong with will
driven by steam and a grim gaiety, to sway
notions fates will relate later as proof that still
there is freedom to rise, even against the wind
and a power in love and hope that breaks the chain
of prejudice in all things found brittle when pinned
to the punishing stone. for I was told "remain".


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

The tags may confuse some, but if you look up the first two references in my poetry, and the third, a film...this poem has much subtext.

Candy, I am here until the flesh is charred from my bones and the sky no longer holds heat and the earth is dried to a cinder. I'd like you to stick around, if that is your desire. My course is set.