From 2004, the poet prepares in his heart for whomever he shall give it to next.
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I will start spinning your veil, today,
even though we are probably yet unmet.
I will catch moments, like snowflakes that fall,
to remember them to you someday when we speak.
I will not offer to show you the scars
but speak only of the healing and hope.
I will prepare you a place to lay down
near the fire, near the window, in my heart.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.