[Faces][19th July 1972]

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Faces

Into my dreams

A strange face wanders

Into my thoughts

A strange name hears

Itself repeated: pauses, listens,

Smiles – regretful – shakes its head, and leaves.

Still I lie, half dead, half dreaming.

‘See how very still he lies:

Hands relaxed and head unmoving

Now be still, and watch his eyes.’

-- moving: open, quiet and moving.

I was not afraid of loving.

‘Col is very ill’ – and dreaming

Still I hear their voices.

                        ‘Anything!’

‘I want his memory moved.

I want the people –

            The people in his life.

There’s just a chance – a small one –

This may, as it were, jerk him back

To wakefulness.’

                        You don’t understand:

You can’t.

Still, as I wander in fields of love and in

Mountains for wonder and longing of Sea

Still, comes a voice from the Otherness calling

‘Come – to my call – to my love – come to me!’

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