poetic fragment

to a distant dream (fragment)

do you think I'm uncertain
in my passion that reaches
out to you over the miles?

I cannot be clearer
than to say I hold you dearer
than anyone. anyone.

dreams are not spun
but begin in the silence.
the violence of memory, fading so slow.

but I would be grateful
if you'd let me lend a moment
a hope, and a hand, and a prayer.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.