Friday, March 17, 2006

for an old friend

shadows melt into shadows melt into memory
of a time when what we were
was what we were
and we stirred the clouds with warm hands
and sated hearts
waiting for nothing more
than the next moment,
falling on us like the naked sun
kissing the shameless moon
eclipsing the day.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

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