From Thy House: Mr Speaker Poem by James McLain

Two was it once of i... is it all that we are, you have left?
Two stanzas a cure and healing, our singing your song.
You to you and i see! ..I always run towards, the open.
Hands counting shadows those fingers are thine in too.
May i be seen not touched, by they, my own, thus not by
me and blind to the people, some one they, never can see.
Pledge thy thus, never again, allow they too harm me.

Shadowless sun creeping in..it is hot as always cool again.
Knowing a tree in the shadow that councils, is wise to us all.
Exposing only edges, leafy branches, they share our shape
Thereof thus is light, wherein reality ignites, you to them.

It is good, it is sad, directional each shadow it flows,
each tells it's all, secreted unveiled faces, 'Mr.Speaker.
And slender the waist of thine evergreen, it is scented.