If Death Is Kind Then I Must Go Poem by James McLain

If death is kind I must go and if hearing that
Other's coming back to life in giving life to die.
Low and white the sea the sand is brown
And every trail I walk leads me down into the sea.

Tonight the fragrance of the day, magnolias own
The night and if the moon.
Bending down and over you the light is pale,
But you.

Some strange reason why I think in life I'm free?
Breakers crash against the shore and how I loved the sea
A minute sixty seconds the star light is blue tonight.
If in death I'm looking down then all of us are free to be
In life what we were not and happy free to be.


Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2017