Standing Stone Stilled Poem by James McLain

Sanded hearts fired in still of flame grant
my mind to find the keeper of
my words to you.

Teaching far off place of dreams so stilled
the voices multitude loud in
song drew me to you.

Arose by name means no thorn it pricks the
heart desert stills the heating sands
you find may flowers.

Nothing states the isle when parted still one
voice with all it's
power veiws.

Drama kindred spirt flys wings of steel are
free be still stay kind always
asking why.