Translucent Clear Stream Poem by James McLain

You are the very eccence of that.
The reborn-blue flow
and transparency so, I bring the lips to life
with differant feathers and used to this I never am.
Becoming blushedly full
I come in looking at dreams on the wild road.
With my hungry mouth full.
I to you sing, but I sing to the nothern star.
The star to the south not that far paints the sky.
But of you.
For in being thirsty for the wine you are my sake of.
Love me more and more,
the blue flow clear
where it is and translucent your transparency is.