Golden Gates of Kiev

You are my golden gates.
Standing tall, but not a wall against desire.
Passion of a thousand years, tears and triumph
laid inside you to draw my into mystery
the history of your love and touch.

I am just a curious onlooker to your past
wanting to cast my lot with futures yet unborn,
warm and deep inside you, finding truth, binding
my life and dreams to the arch of your body
as I enter you to find the splendour of you.

You are my golden gates.
Heroic even if I never stand in your shadow
or lay my hands to the warm stone of your needs,
needs that would feed on all I am and let me record
history in my words, adding to your legend.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.