As We Glow Poem by James McLain

I Am in Need of more than your sweet music.
I am in need of notes that would grow and flow.
Over my fretful heart, feeling trembling they on my fingertips.
Over my never by you,
better-trained, I quiver, seated deep red parted lips.
With a golden melody, it is deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
Oh, for mine, yours the healing I am swaying, old and of't low.
Of some long far off your song, sung to best the tired, hold my head.
A song to fall like water like dropps on my head.
Where are the leaves I have parted, between them I see.
And over quivering brown limbs, you dream and I flush, as we glow!