You Can And Will I Have Poem by James McLain

Looking for the sight of it.
Arising moon,
it hides between twin sheets.
The voices of the world,
today of you and I that said.
A special type of day before,
that is.
Each day we made I breach.
When soft of voice,
you did not cry I did outside.
Tell me why the moon is round.
I have heard you think of day.
Instead of night,
love fights.
The grass is green and blue.
When they have to have,
the world they blindly sought