I Come From Where I Go Poem by James McLain

Must I go, if I come over to the far edge
the sandy shore it's there we go too watch?
Come sail away, emerald isle green waves.
And are you waiting, 'I will stop and listen.
Yet so nervous and great is my this trepidation.
I want you to call and dare, I weather ever ask.
Heavan is but one end of you the earth it circles.
And you that circle around each your the other
and can not two opposite feilds contract.
Knowing that and knowing, I know naught.
I found your knowledge of the blue earth
it's circumfrence you related then to me.
Simply stated, I found you too irresistible.
Parting clouds a sun, a calm deep sea,
and coming when you come is when
you shine right through to me.