THE FACE IN THE CROWD
Michael Walsh Poetry: http://goo.gl/RPjs3f
The sun went down and the night came grey,
As I pulled the blinds on another day.
The chill was mine when I thought no more,
Of the face in the crowd I was looking for.
‘Twas a face I had seen from before you know;
A wraith-like form I once worshipped so.
A long-lost dream that I sought in vain;
A past life lived I now wished again.
A life for which I would give my soul;
In the church of my heart how that old bell tolled.
A love-life lost from the long ago,
When the Reaper called and she had to go.
For her face in the crowd I would search in vain,
Her face from the past to be seen again.
When my eyes and heart and my soul were one;
In their quest for a love that had been and gone.
It was a face that I knew but was lost to me;
On my soul engraved for my heart to see.
For my eyes to seek and my heart to yearn,
For my hopes to soar as I reached each turn.
When my eyes met yours in the crowd that night;
My soul danced free and my heart was light.
You had crossed the bridge from the long ago,
And your soul touched mine for I love you so.
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