Face Among The Dust (poem)

And there he is this face among the dust

So much of life now glimmer in his eye

The traces of the glories now gone by

Are whispered in the winds of dreamers’ gust


Such silence echoes from his empty chair

Of images in long forgotten hues

Which disbelieving sages still excuse

Yet they are proof that something else was there


The time has changed the meaning of the stage

Where he could call enchantments to his side

The limits of the others were his pride

Before his story reached the final page


But those were moments buried in a while

When like his teachers fertile seeds would sow

From which familiar faces would soon grow

Who dusted off the reason for a smile

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bravewarrior 22 months ago from Central Florida

Fortunately, our teachers will live forever in our minds. Great writers will live forever in libraries and on our personal bookshelves. I'll take that face among the dust anytime. In fact, I already have.

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jhamann 22 months ago from Reno NV

A noble profession I hope to start very soon.. Jamie

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