at a former lover's graveside

press lips to marked stone and weep
you shall not end the dreaded sleep
that separates us from the kiss
that once embraced us in such bliss.

all you were is left, to memory,
heavy with hopes fallen in a story
inevitable in its end and elegy
and you are not here to comfort me.

if heart and soul endures this leap
from earth to sky to venture deep
beyond the ebon veil we face
and die to cross, with no disgrace.

then shall I feel your presence yet
beyond these walls of mud and jet.
for this is what shall lead me on
now that time has stole the dawn.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.