by William F. DeVault
no, there are no endings except in tales
told when memory fails or time is short
and we want to put the kids to sleep, sails
set for their dreamland, childhood’s soft passport
to distant lands welcomed complexities
and vexities of grown life await them
over the horizon, behind the trees
where mysteries wait discovery from
one end of the rainbow to the other.
so now we pass through unknown tomorrows
with the confidence of lovers rather
tempered with love and life, joys and sorrows
shared in a synergy that can resist
the doubts and dreadnaughts of those who persist.
Last updated January 06, 2022