memory calls: a lyric

listening to a loop of music I've been composing for the podcast, it invoked this poem.


memory calls as the grey facade falls
and I remember you just as you were

kisses that linger, God sent in a ringer,
to humble me when I thought I was sure

your were temptation to my concentration,
a bright point of light in the night

princess and goddess and not to seem modest
but I worshipped your essence, so bright

so what is left for me but reflected glory
a story in words that seems pale

to what we then shared when we did what we dared
and we found our Olympus to scale


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.