shards of light

I had forgotten this wonderful piece of intensity and vision until just the other day, when I ran across it in a sweep through some of his catalog.

shards of light

severing the cord.
Like fallen flechettes of cracked amber
made manifest in the cleft of the rocks split
by the final thrust of a staff in the hands of a mad prophet.
The question is sanity or rage.
Love a mottled emotion made purer in the fury of a fire unkept
and swept beneath the ashes to linger in the insulation
of forgotten promises.
Words that escaped their cages when we looked the other way.
Words that dance like shards of light in a reality
where photons have mass.
And lovers dare to dream in a truth that makes a difference
in all that has a bitter sameness to it.
A nameless fear we unlock to walk to the horizon.
And jump.
Over the edge of the world.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.