High The Bird The Sky Poem by James McLain

I see you, you see me
I read you, you read me
I hear you, you hear what
I think of you every day, you think what of me
I constantly thirst, You drink not of me
I think you alleyways their, you who are their some times scare me
I am growing, You think in what direction
I am flowing, you think to what ocean
I am human to, You think what kind of human are you
I crave love to, you think what kind of love do you crave
I think the normal kind, you think what is normal to you
I wish to fly in your sky to, you ask how do you know I am here
I think you are white, you think in nothing but colors
I think I will come sea you, You think with open arms