Poetry by Graham Long
A Face In The Crowd
A dream consumes me, haunting as I lie,
Visions confuse me flashing crazily by.
And then from that chaos to suddenly still,
I float through the vastness of space at will.
My eyes are opened and light becomes form;
Detached, each alone, massed humans in swarm.
I look and do see the truth of them all;
Those souls searching through this cavernous Hall,
And I see it is love, warmer than May
Transcending the bounds of Earths humble say.
Then all is revealed, I see through the cloud
When a girl walks by, just a face in the crowd;
My heart leaps as she sees me, eye to eye,
For I know I will love her until I die.
A Soldier Falls
Around the hills I hear the drums beat by,
And darting shadows from the cannons shy.
Their guns do shout, sharp issue buzz, and there;
The sided hail did catch my chest full square.
This Temple soul lies still and numb with cold;
The last swift, smart attention of the bold.
The ground is soft with heather's gentle bloom,
Sweet scented earth, she calls me to my doom.
Then you come my Love, with your eyes blue bright,
Nearer as the grey edges out my sight.
'What floweret does hover by mine eye
To watch over this place where I shall lie?'
My last tear falls to soak its bruis'ed loam,
For ne'er again the open arms of home.
Love Will Creep
Vast, mighty Plain stretches afore the Sea,
Lonely man does wonder and think of thee:
The colours you bring; eye-blue and grey;
'Are you sure' the words you would often say.
Tall grass plays tune to the early spring breeze
And virgin Lilly host to wandering Bees.
Spiders' silvered webs hang upon the air
And like the tears upon my cheeks do fare;
Subtle and free; to fall, to fail the test
That life and nature dictate or bequest.
Hardy smile that no cruel secret can cure;
Alas the ken within me is: 'yes, quite sure.'
For Love will so creep where it cannot go,
Through the grass will stalk, before final blow.
All work on this page copyright Graham Long 2001
Graham Long is 39 years of age and divorced with three beautiful boys. He is a pilot by profession and has been "scribbling" since he was 17 (Those were the days).
