Burning Liquid Thoughts I Think Of Only Her Poem by James McLain

From the ancient garden where she dwelled,
I came unto myself inside of her.
Liquid thoughts, the sun high over head and
Knowing thing's one knows one did not read.

More knowledge,
Lost in fires that men have set as if a flame
Out where it's dark, less men forget.
None remember that one day before they came,
Now is not the night that has not come.
The sort we are to them seems very strange,

So fewer as some were are fewer now.
Golden liquid thoughts, I came inside of her,
In that ancient garden where it was we met.
As we fight to love because of it,
Spent breath, the lives we've had before,
And the words that we once spoke.
When two are one, that are no more.