What Ever Love Thought We Poem by James McLain

Whatever love thought We

As it is cognizant in behavior,
You have seen.
Even for some after life that has stopped I say
Hello and good by.

If it is the length of a ship, just short of a mast set to sail,
And the bottom, the end to start over again, is not for you to see.
As if it she were smoked and smell's of smoke loved by him,
That you once in life see but not in this life again.

If the either under in the dark things of your path
That if walked the sea again.
Would cling unto you as if right before noon the moon
Is white and full.

Purgatorory that place somewhere are colors glowing
Who they really aren't but are it stays full.
The other side of the room is like the moon it really is
Mixed inside, you really then.

Pricking the fog inside of your head at night when
Your deep in sleep, still I see that it is not you.
Faces sleeping looking into the eye's others caught,
And upon waking trying to remember your face I can not.