I will wake you, tonight

I will wake you, tonight

I will wake you, tonight, when the dreams flow like an impetuous fog
to fill the creviced doubts of our own mortality and we find the need
to bleed in one bloodied currency so all consuming that we must
shake the dust from sandals worn too long on lonely quest and wrest
those moments when even the moon is too shy to show face to the stars
and enter a covenant between lovers unforeseen by the sad faced prophets
of mediocrity and loneliness and passionless lives bartered for the opiate
that is illusion woven in colours that pass for grey and brown and tan.

I will wake you, tonight, and our bodies shall contain the continuance
of kisses begun at a distance at a time when we were not yet ready
to touch in unity, where our minds and fleshes and souls blur and run
like melted wax of entwined candles, caught in flames together to mark
that they can illume with their heat, being consumed in the fire and joy
of the instant of the moment of the hour of the night when we ignite
and transcend the waiting wicks to fix our tallowed experience that casts
shadows on the walls, which is naught but banishing them from ourselves.

I will wake you, tonight, and we will see if you can taste the memories
I thrust deeply inside you, to entrust them to your keeping, weeping skies
and a sun that waits for us to merge and purge our hearts of any thought
that this is less than will and wish and purpose of God that we should link
fingers and hearts and lips and minds and destinies as we dance ransoms
for false gods and goddesses worshipped in a time when we did not yet
understand any sound louder than a whisper and we played at this religion
of the damned. Solace for the lost souls we've watched float away forever.

copyright William F. DeVault (wfdv). for Ann.