Thursday, April 15, 2010

in the hall of mirrors: eleven

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lambent kisses that once lit the towers of the temple
fall upon cooling stone, alabaster and deep, black marble
that hold high the pillars of the eternal dreams
in the hall of mirrors, where polished silver delivers
nothing but the unvarnished, untarnished truth to curse
eye and expectation, a vow unmade to serenade us
with the sound of echoes of other times and crimes,
lives we lived and we gave grave accounts for, in the end


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

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Anonymous said...

you make me simply fall in love with ur words-'the pillars of the eternal dreams in the hall of mirrors'
and
'with the sound of echoes of other times'
romantic, yet so dream-like!
thanks for sharing!

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