sparks, like frozen lemons

1997, and the poet succumbs to the blond and blinding charms of his second wife with a poem.

caught at first glance.

a chance attraction

like a wanderer between stars

caught in the gravity well

of your incandescent eyes.

a sweet smell that draws me in,

seven powers invoked to choke

my last struggles...

a vanity to guard a sanity long lost.

the cost of a vagabond heart.

sparks struck. the kindling catches.

and it matches the fire sweeping

across the dry grass of a solitary soul.

fed by the wind of dreams returning

like the dragons on the horizon.

William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.