Do I Care For What Poem by James McLain

And do I care for what; and some laurel of queens,
and my robe covers more than the dance,
And words pour off you like a canary diamond,
and you sing, while I sleep and you never let me fly.

And I cannot unleash the wind; and so over you I trust,
and my mind is still, and the moment never comes,
And but not for you, and four seasons, and the passion,
and you move over me to find, the door full of reason.