I ran across this poem this evening. I wrote it sometime between October 1942 and July 9, 1947.
When the twilight shadows are growing
With soft zephyrs caressing the trees
I'm listening to their whispers and knowing
It's your name that I hear in the breeze.
Then the darkness of the night is falling
And the twinkling stars blossom anew,
'mid the birds of the night wierdly calling,
I dream - - and keep seeing you.
When the gray before dawn turns to golden day
And the fragrance of the dew fills the air,
And all the world blossoms in bright array
With which no man made beauty can compare.
Though I walk around in the daylight hours
'mid natures' colors of every hue,
I SHOULD see the beauty in the plants and flowers,
But I look and keep seeing you.
I seek the solitude of a lonely park,
Or in the mountains near a babbling stream,
And I hear your laughter in the song of the Lark,
And I would lose myself in a dream.
I try to rest near the Ocean
And the boiling waves pick up the cue,
For they tumble and shatter in constant motion,
And through the mist I keep seeing you.
I find myself in a busy mob
Among roaring factories and cars,
Belching rancid smoke to the dynamic throb
Of building steel spitting weapons of wars.
Whether in the tumult of the crowds in the town
Or in the country where people are few,
I'm immune to either word, deed or frown
And through it all - - I keep seeing you.
In the service of the U.S.A.
I've traveled hither and yon,
I have to do whatever they say
Until this war has been won.
they move me about, far and near,
For THEIR convenience in the task I ensue,
But wherever I am, throughout the year,
I just keep seeing you.
Though memories sometimes intrigue me
The vision of you, lingers near,
And when my work would tend to fatigue me,
I hear your voice soft and clear.
Though I'm not really sure how much you care,
I know that whatever I do,
Whether I open or close my eyes - anywhere,
I'll just keep seeing you.
By F. W. Lucky Hope
