A Spirit Floats Free by K J Tesar - HTML preview

I Saw Her Face

In the loneliness only to be found

in a mass of humanity,

A solitary figure, I walked the street,

Lost in my thoughts, lost in the stream.

Across the road, among the flowing hordes,

I saw her face.

My heart pounded at the sight of her.

Pushing wildly I fought my way back,

Fighting the throngs, and the swarm of angry cars.

I called her name, a voice drowned out

by the violence of the jungle.

By the time I reached where she had been,

She had long been swept away,

In the flood of the scurrying herd.

Desperately pushing and shoving,

I fought my way.

I tried to look above the sea of heads,

She was nowhere to be seen.

As a heavy rain began to fall,

The flocks of people melted away.

I stood there under the falling torrent,

The cleansing drops washing away the tears

from my face.

In my heart I had known that it hadn't been her,

She now lived in a place of great serenity,

resting in peace.

But with that flare of elation,

That surge of impossible hope,

For a moment I had felt her presence,

I had remembered all that I had lost.

For this one last time

I had seen her face.