confessions (Alexandra)

lay bare your soul in coldest light
that I might see within your frame
the truth in beauty, the saddest night
revealed in fire and earnest flame.
that you are fair is not denied
nor do I the pain within you miss,
but beauty is best personified
by those who know the harshest kiss
of times and tempest best forgot
behind the shade of memories
when all is bare and scattershot
within a heart of true degrees.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

For my new muse, Alexandra.