Each Cloud I Part Poem by James McLain

There is no escaping the touch of love.
And the ring around the moon,
my body is when one because.

And I am standing at the edge,
then as I love our friends above.
Holding up the sky, each cloud I start.
Your hands around my face you part.

Softly speaking in your ear against the wind, I cried.
Loving you both hands,
and love, touched me, and we both sighed.

Because the smell of the clean rain,
washed clean our memories there away.