Face to Face

for Diane

It’s raining again. The clouds

cover the full moon’s face.

But I can’t be cast down tonight —

my friend, fifty years gone,

found me tonight on facebook.

Her face, so long unseen,

looks very much the same

as that girl’s whom I remember.

Only five years ago

I wrote her into a poem

of her and me as young things,

going dancing. She tells me now

I haven’t changed much either,

the years have been kind. (We put

our best photos on facebook.)

But yes, the years have been kind. 

The face of the Lady Moon

will not stay hidden long. In any case,

tonight my heart is dancing

like a young thing, like a girl.

For I know that faces return

and are recognised. 

How lovely the face of my friend — 

my friend who is named for the moon.




Submitted to dVerse OpenLink Night #30

and to Open Link Monday at imaginary gardens with real toads 
and also to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #86