Before A Rising Sun Poem by James McLain

Why make us love so high above the sky?
Since I am not held fast within, Your, Sister!
Hence the wind that blows does not require us more.
Breaches there on greener grass to dry.
Design is choice, hence both by us, by thought our waking.
You require us here too chose we must no answer.
Wherefore it
comes to pass, It cannot keep its place a heaven.
They know-and made you not apart, from I.
And neither we do not two spy far down the road.
The road is green.
Apart for us inside, between your wisdom comes.
It is very bright and hot it's light to near by us to far.
And flashes thus the Lightning.
Wherefore an eye to open-when it closed around.
She knows it cannot speak and
he about the reasons not contained, Whereof.
Sun is clean maintenance free-preferred 'Above'
There by people being people tasted people.
Before the Rising of each sun-Mother-compelled by I
since long before He did.
To sink into the warmest sun-and you, I see, Loves hard on me.
Wherein, Therefore-Betrothed we are and for then I
must slowly love,
and just as warm, Thee loves outside of me, a flashing star.