Dear World Waiving In Waite Poem by James McLain

Lovely you,

It is under a pecan tree I see a face it
is your face.It is a warm hand I hold is it
yours.? ...Yes it is...
It was no wish of mine to always be on the
run, yet if you must know it was always to you.
I only want to be on my beach of forever, to
only look left or right and in doing such see you.
Waves roll over me as I roll over you, sandy still.
When can I leave again, flying low angels do you
know as well they glide into you and live to breath
only you...Kind world, one of which after dusk flies
still stars peak into my windows world thats home.
Home to you as the world you are Waite's to turn it's
head, leaning a little to catch the scent of moons skirt.
Little do I know of your ways, waves spent upon me
their shore redoubt rib a shore never the less it to is
yours...waiting waiting..sorely so..lift me up..to your face.
I beg you..only to you is it that I would ever beg..of you...
Do not cry falling off as I do pick me up harmed not
of you to bless...tonight..vanitys fire burns low...so so low..
Enjoy me as I do you...Lovingly...always) it(s you......