Your Face

Oh, where was there on earth

a face so kind?

Somewhere in dreams perhaps,

deep in my mind?

How would it shine, though far

like stars will do.

I’ve wished it in my sphere,

and with it: you!

I’ve reached for it to bask

within its gleam

and held it close to me

like in some dream.

It’s like the radiant star

I’ve longed to find:

the spark, the smiling glance

where love is kind.

Oh, why then was I born

to misunderstand

some distant star looking once

like promised land?

Is love then only a dream

of a face above?

Is love then only a sigh

for deeper love?

I thought that I could touch

a face like that.

I should have known that love

is more than that—

and though we may have seemed

so close above,

there is a pause . . . on earth

I’ve lost that love.

And now it’s over since

I’ve touched that star.

I’ve loved a dream, and now

you’re fading far,

but why was there on earth

a face so dear?

For dreams of stars perhaps,

deep in a tear . . . ?

© 1988 Freddy Niagara Fonseca

Published in The Eclectic Muse, Richmond, B.C., Canada in December 2004

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