love is hard work

look for me in the mists of morning,
stepping from the grounded clouds.
no mystery, just the alchemy of hearts.
no promise of souls. no book title labels
to be proven pig irony. love is hard work
when you wake up the next morning.
strong back, stout heart and a bent but unbroken will,
standing for passion and determination
greater than you'll ever see on a battlefield.
I will come from the East, the rising sun
emblematic of my desire to start something new
after the night that went on too long, too long.
if you leave your door open and smile as I pass
I will stop and we will talk, and see if
there is the possibility of something more,
something more than a stack of paper and some anecdotes.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.