A Spring It Sings Of You Poem by James McLain

a spring it sings of you
and thus as it is,
sleeping deep
each dream
within you
and that which i am,
i remain
i stay hidden,
as many were they
and whom
some like i
have come and gone
long before.
sleeping at the edge
of the red eye
some times green
open fields a tent
where a spring rises
up too sing.
and the well of breath
soft spoken words
and you know
where they take me too.
and you lead me too their
to swim in clear waters,
and sweet
are yours each i answer
a spring it sings of you
you give to me.
and always
and as many my your others
i am they are, their very,
transparent and clever
it is each question
when ask.
while each and every one i have,
and you know
i would ask it of you.
and ' Woman'
you are the eagle, i am but the sparrow.
in your heart,
where you hide it safe, 'away.