Encounter
Marian Jones
So splendid in his uniform
He stood there full of pride,
My heart was skipping beats,
As I lingered by his side.
I was so aware of his presence
Although we'd not really met,
Just an encounter on a station
With a stranger I'd never forget.
Such an incredible feeling,
I had for this soldier so proud,
Yet not one word was spoken,
As we stood there in the crowd.
The train drew into the station,
Rushing we were swept apart,
Yet the vision will stay in my mind
A memory etched in my heart.
It's hard to explain just why
We can be aware of a single face,
Maybe fate will draw us together again,
Another time, in another place.
Copyright Marian Jones 2002
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