Snapshot Of A Loved Face (a Benton)

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mindset and inspiration;

Written during WWll

Snapshot Of A Loved Face

This then is you... tender-eyed, nineteen, mine.Dear wonder-wide eyes.Dear mouth, oh young rose mouth of songs and remembered kisses!

Sweet mouth, whose whispering like tiny feathers in my earsoften excited sleep into passionate waking.Lulling waking into sleep.

How luminous your eyes, serene as a mountain morning!I stand wrapped in their warmthas a vain woman in a silken garmentand it feels good-

It is the smile and the sun, inside and over me,it is all smile and the warm spring sun.

Had you remained as constant as this image, mine as then

I wonder... Would the stars spun, clicking off years as ever.Would men have died and cities crumbled an nations perished-

Or would we be walking through green perennial gardenstill time ran out and the lights went off and all was silence,leaving just you and me, in a strange still landlike two who do not die but move on,to be together and alone?

-Walter Benton

from; Never a Greater Need

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Extremely Moving it felt good where it touched my heart ..<3

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> mindset and inspiration;

> Written during WWll

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> Snapshot Of A Loved Face

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> This then is you... tender-eyed, nineteen, mine.

> Dear wonder-wide eyes.

> Dear mouth, oh young rose mouth of songs and remembered kisses!

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> Sweet mouth, whose whispering like tiny feathers in my ears

> often excited sleep into passionate waking.

> Lulling waking into sleep.

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> How luminous your eyes, serene as a mountain morning!

> I stand wrapped in their warmth

> as a vain woman in a silken garment

> and it feels good-

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> It is the smile and the sun, inside and over me,

> it is all smile and the warm spring sun.

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> Had you remained as constant as this image, mine as then

> I wonder... Would the stars spun, clicking off years as ever.

> Would men have died and cities crumbled an nations perished-

> Or would we be walking through green perennial gardens

> till time ran out and the lights went off and all was silence,

> leaving just you and me, in a strange still land

> like two who do not die but move on,

> to be together and alone?

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-Walter Benton

> from;

Never a Greater Need

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