I see her face in strangers as they pass <br /> A silhouette, a turn of hand <br />Momentarily a pause confusing time <br /> Whilst hope is captured yet again <br />By reason, which denouncing joy <br /> Chides me as absurd. <br /> <br />The softly haloed light on that girl's hair <br /> Comes from the source which once drew down <br />On another child of life and I <br /> She and her lover smile together <br />Turn, and then look each for one other <br /> Deep into the others eyes. <br /> <br />It wasn’t long before she obeyed the call <br /> Time enough to change <br />The life of one who has to wait <br /> The mind says fool yet untrammelled spirit <br />Searches on. <br /> <br />Nightly still we walk the path <br /> A gentler light along the way <br />Now dawn sees her fade and I depart <br /> Together with the silver trail <br />Which must endure for now <br /> More days.<br /><br />Thomas Golding<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/images-11/
