High Above The Moon Poem by James McLain

It was never yours to be the fewer.
And to be not ever less.
Valuable is each coming day.
I did not want not to be to many less.
When it is not the coming brings new dawn.
To distant to remove our intervals.

Facts that you the face of time appears.
Then reappears more obstinate than before.
Something is expected if you like this are you not?
Sometimes this dispute with me it never really is.
Shorelines without limit, reason only limits.
Shorelines of sand I cannot with you can identify.
Transparent linen beaches where at either end.
When full it can not ever end but end, in reach it does.
My reason leads directly high above the moon around.
To the place I saw you first there where it glows.