smile of an angel

A new work to a friend who inspired me. No, I am not dead.
Those who bet that way need to pay up now.

smile of an angel

in the shadows, there is still lambent thought.
eyes that still retain an innocent wonder,
a kindness, like an angel finding favour
in the flavour and savour of life, left for dead
in the hearts and heads of tired souls.
needing an angel. needing a reason
to remember the seasons fall in order
to a purpose to a greater dance than man.
and her smile reminds me in the moment
she passes life a cool wind in the tall grass.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.