brazen eyes

I want to burn like I learned to, long ago.
a light so bright it blinds and binds, intemperate glow.
boundaries crossed and lost in trespass taken.
to never die, the banshee's cry I shall forsaken.
for what is life if love is nothing but a riddle,
a sphere unclear with nothing really at the middle
but glamour cast like hammers' fast for worthy metal.
I'd shed my skin and voice a twin to lambent petal
that touches me with honesty as fires rise,
a question asked. a quest is tasked in brazen eyes.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.