City of Legends

journey’s end

There will be times when the sorrows overtake me
and even seem to be of a mind to break me.
Yet time has shown me not so fragile a soul
to crack and fall at the whims of fates’ control.

I am not stone. But I am not alone, not anymore
and I can roar my defiance at the skies as I soar
on wings of glass and gossamer, woven by you
to let me touch the blithe angels you bring, anew.

Beauty I had forgotten in the shadows of despair,
the taste of gentle jasmine on your skin and in your hair.
You’re the answer to all riddles I had at length perceived
to be of Gordian strands and bands, or so I had believed.

But you are brighter than the sun and softer than the wind,
a mentor to my mysteries, confessor where I’d sinned
against the God and gods of love and life I’d sworn
to follow without doubt or fail, to seek a birthright born.

My gratitude knows no limits, my desire knows no lack,
my passion is for all you are and all you’d give me back
for the caustious, earnest footsteps that I took up to your door
at the end of my life’s questing, to know love forevermore.

William F. Devault. all rights reserved.

I will go to ground and write poetry for a time, as that is what I do.