Hyde Park Serenade

I was walking alone in Hyde Park long ago.
The crowds were weighing every issue there is.
There were those who just teased us.
And those who pushed Jesus.
And quoted everything that he did or he said.
While the Communists preached that their dream was not dead.

The throng ebbed and flowed like a strong ocean tide.
The thousands of faces like caps on the waves.
Amid everyone shouting
And the hecklers doubting,
There you stood. Why did you come here today?
And I dug deep in my soul for the right words to say.

It seemed quite ironic to meet in this place.
Was it ten or twelve years since we last said goodbye?
Was it good fortune or fate
Tossed in this pit of debate?
Had we forgotten how things might have been?
Was there still enough light to play just one more scene?

An elderly gent with a sign “The end is near”
Passed between us and that was it, you were gone.
As my words were just forming,
The masses were swarming.
And removed my body, erasing all doubt.
It was totally useless to try to shout out.

I’ve returned every week to Hyde Park Saturdays
Hoping that our paths may entwine once again.
Midst the left wing’s chanting
And the right wing’s ranting
I’ve been searching each mortal for just one more glance
For just one more spark, for just one more chance.