THE FACE IN THE CROWD

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The sun went down and the night came grey,

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.

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Her 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.

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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,

The Reaper called and she had to go.

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For her face in the crowd, I searched in vain,

Her face was the past to be seen again.

When my eyes, her heart and my soul were one,

I searched for a love that had been and gone.

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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.

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When my eyes met yours in the crowd that night,

My soul danced free and my heart was light,

You crossed the span from the long ago,

Your soul touched mine for I love you so.

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Mícheál Walsh Poet

Circa 1980

THE SOUL MATES by award-winning writer Michael Walsh. Influenced by the paranormal power of a betrayed wife who had since passed to the other side a tender romance to challenge convention.  Enjoy the mystery with closed eyes and an open mind to consider the morality of taboo romantic relationships. When you reach the last revealing chapter the message on the tombstone will shock you. LINK TO BOOK https://feji.us/neq7ql