an origami cage

there is the thought
I caught in my dreams
bound to the night
more than it seems
the riddle that rattles
inside me, alone,
prayers that disown me
my tears to atone
that trusting is really
an errand for fools
and nobody cares
to play by the rules;
the regent, the consort,
the fool, all agree
that there's nothing remaining
on the trencher for me
the feast is forgotten
the stains slowly fade
but in the scale of forever
a moment is made
between where we had started
and where we will end
like flowers, our hearts
but a season will spend
drinking in sunshine
painting the fields
until time lets us languish
and memory yields
yields to the fading
of flesh and of page
like fireflies captured
in an origami cage


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.