To The Mystery Of The Women That She Is Poem by James McLain

I can never rest and sleep again
And think of you, against the silence
that I speak, I speak of you.

Each and every night from here on out
Remember me,
Remember what I said, against the hall
Way in the night, that led to you.


Music in the night, I kept you filled
Not for the praise,
Where I stood out, but you were always full.

But all that I remembered is no more
Than an afterthought to the
Kindest thoughts of you - You had the
Vessel I lived in and it was warm.

You knew the lover of such beauty,
And the best
Of many thoughts that left me lost.

And we rocked as do the waves,
The moving waves
That moved us closer to the shore.

And when I think of you, I can not
Find what I once had, I have no reason
To remember
The great mystery you once were.