Another Hidden Letter Poem by James McLain

Dear Woman in) it(

) it(s Years cast) it(s..pearls round to shine
in your lap..snug safe...with warmth...sighing....
In the eyes as slate..to grey..a single..pearl..tear
falls..on) it(s head..leaving) it(s safty...you bare...
mountains ripe..rivers thirst..clouds flow..from lips..
set aside...flowing streams...dew soft surrounds..
faces..memories set aside..cascading pebbles held..
tenderly in a cool mist shrowded..hand..clutched...
) it(s ponds released to fish the banks...waist deep....
Caves mark ends beginning...refreshing beds to lay..
grass uncovered to sway..undulating movements....call
symphonies last heard..as you sang the birth of my tree..
) it(s length and girth few women slew...handled fares...
gathered moss limbs..hang waiting for release as the..
comming thaw of spring..in you brings new..) it(fades to
hope) it(s meeting next insleep you hold) it(all...waiting..
the next women's hold on) it(you grow.....
.) it(s eerily quite...) it(s movement..) it(s deep...here her sway...

) it(s produced for you by) it(s Ellaiswise
) it(s directed at you to do) it(to yourself
) it(cannot do) it(to) it(self only you can do) it(