She Comes Into The Dream Poem by James McLain

She comes back out into a dream
She shakes the sand
the branch is large
and good with her each movement,
she herself
stands proud and tall.

One toe upon her foot is pained like the dawn
protected beneeth the root
the thick redwoods
grow over and off into to the edge of each smooth hill,
separated from the other antient woods.

She transfers the night each of't in silent agony,
and waits
she, he knows of no regrets when showers fall
comes the rain it is continuous,
through the olive orchards to which the bark once rough
made smooth it flows love like swans each neck attached
and made tranquile it is done
and while your sleeping deep and making
getting wet,
brought by the wind

she comes into the dream, across the stream.