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
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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
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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
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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