I know that stranger,
Faceless as the crowd,
Remembered like the day and the hour...
A noble human kind,
Proud, but not haughty
With a voice, loud and still,
Mingling sympathy and power.
And his hand was a beacon flashing hope,
His eyes were flames of truth,
And his whisper hushed the wind as he disappeared
Into the evening of silken reminiscence
Of neon and never and shadow and smoke
Down the dreamless streets I've walked and I've feared.
I know that stranger and he knows me,
'Though we've never spoken
And we both know we never will
Until the hours pass away
And time has all been spent
And all dreams dreamt
And all the voices are loud and still.