Boy And The Girl Poem by James McLain

When your thoughts are of, I have lived.
And the well from the spring came each person.
And the boy and the girl who can not refuse,
As a bubble in time will not forget, dims and dies.
And the bubble where it is forgotten.
From the sun shines such a beating heart.
Here in just a little between.
I come to the light from the center.
Apart sliced together is space without darkness.
My breath which frosts comes with me.
I inquire about the sight,
that shows bright intelligence of so many lives.