we build our castles on the debris left by the fallen walls
where once we thought our bannerettes would hang forever,
woven in the kisses and tears of our foresworn trepidations
made glorious repast to the eyes of our hearts laid open
to the arrows of our paramours.  faded, jaded not by time
and the fall of the stone to lay groundwork for the future.


copyright William F. DeVault (wfdv)