I dared to dream of you

There are petals to be walked upon
as they lay beneath our feet
and puddles to be jumped in
just outside, in the street.
There are memories we have wasted,
tasted things we might regret,
but we know that each moment
builds our lives on all we've met.

I won't deny that you intrigue me,
for that would be a callow lie.
That I lie awake and think of you
I simply won't deny.
But I also treasure everything
that has made you what you are
even if you stay in heaven's arc
a distant, perfect star.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

A little touch of romance for the readers who expect...nay, demand...it.