I May Or May Not Poem by James McLain

Change the way the world looks it
depends on how I see it
through your eyes.
The world you paint is of music,
clefts of divinity, spires of rapturous heights,
voids of measured depth, trails that walk
you to the very brink of loves gate, others
I fumble at the dagger in my heart left there
by some jealous wench with dirty knickers,
yes of you I am so. she, is forgiven.
please bless your hand you hold dear) it(s hard writting with my toes..