Flowers And The Woods Poem by James McLain

As for the moon lite every night.
There is candy it is sweet it's over there.
Where the flowers and the woods,
by the passing wind has breached.
Be attentive but be never like them still.

Peace comes to you quietly on those quiet feet.
It comes to me, it comes to you.
You never were who I am not, you always said I was.
One with your souls living off the dreams of peace,
I have placed it deep inside your rising chest.
And to the moon each kiss I leave is hot.
Love tonight it comes to all that I remember.
When in me, who he is not, but you remember that I am.