Dreams, Dreams That Are Deep You I Know Poem by James McLain

Oh, I am singing, you are singing, we are singing.
And you just lay there coming waiting to just grow.
And how each time,
fleeting make the hungry person learn to know.
And your time which has yet to wait it comes?
But so young to wonder why.
From the world the one and only one this person.
Leaves the wind that through it blows, are waiting for.
From where your center longs.
These dreams you long for are.
Oh and have you lived by sight to be his only light?
Are candles for.
Your thoughts are formed much clearer,
than each thought, each formed before.
And like the rainbow of the sun are streams and rivers.
To be loved by he, not me, to lose your color for?
When your asleep is when I come into your head.