After The Glitter Fades Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

After The Glitter Fades



See how the green vine it grows.
Evening dew, moving so slow
I can't begin to keep pace.
Open petals close,
to rest against the slopes.
I feel oppressed, as I undress
it is Florida's, humid heat.
There is where I turn to you,
as tears run down my cheeks.
Feel me shiver, hold me up,
against the dry green leaves.
And if your longing for last words,
I feel your beating heart.
Deep within it beats I steal,
a rising in my rising chest.
Don't question me at length,
to ask me why it slowly is.
After the glitter fades,
like the sun, I briefly shone!

Thursday, May 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: green
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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