the will of my heart

I promised I would stay with you
I promised I would lay with you
and share the very end of day with you
for that is the will of my heart.

Time and tempests can scatter ash.
And fear and folly may make hearts crash
but hope endures the pitiless lash
as I seek the will of my heart.

I waited by the gate for you
I did not deny my fate for you
and though some say I stayed late for you
you were always the will of my heart.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

I am working this through in public. A piece came to me. No, that's incorrect. A production came to me, multi-layered voices doing multiple works atop one another, with a musical background. I have begun work on it. But here is the first draft of one layer. It's rough and you cannot hear the sound and voice within me, but it is taking shape.