Glenn Ward Dresbach

WHERE have I seen your face before?

Why does it seem so out of place

In a room with curtained windows

And a closed door?

Ah, lovely face,

That a star has kissed and the sun,

That the wind has touched with loving fingers,

Still the wonder lingers, lovely one.

I remember. Summer came

With a heart of song and flame.

Boughs were swaying, winds were playing

Little lutes that knew your name—

On a hillside where the grasses

Waved into the waves of sea

And the sea waved into skies …

Now it all comes back to me,

As I look into your eyes

As I looked into them then …

Wonder goes to come again.

Long ago, long ago,

On the hillside near the sea,

What did we talk of?

Was it love?

Or did we stand there silently?

So it seems to me

As I look on you today.

Wonder comes, words go away.