bitter brambles

you were there, when I found you, with the demons that surround you,
taking your ease. doing just what you please.
fates, they shifted and relented, but for seasons unconsented
there was no taste to deny what you'd faced.

bitter brambles may have cut deep, but the truth is that when you sleep
you dream of wings, not the in the shadow of dark springs.
I wish you well on all your travels and if happiness unravels
you know I'll be there, no matter when, no matter where.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.