Even After The Glitter Fades Poem by James McLain

See how the green vine it grows.
Evening dew, moving so slow
I can't begin to keep the pace.

Open petals close,
to rest against the open slopes.

I feel oppressed, as I undress
in Florida's, moist warm humid heat.

This is where I turn to you,
as tears run down my cheeks.

Feel me shiver, hold me up,
against the dry green leaves.

And if your longing is for lost words,
I feel each beat of your heart.

Deep within as it beats, I feel
a rising tide in my chest.

Don't question me at length,
to ask me why it slowly does and just is.

After the glitter fades,
like the sun, I briefly shone!



Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2017