In 'I' Darkness Poem by James McLain

In l' darkness need for thus,
very travaled for and must, and those past Lives'
no more 'I' see;
The most luminous stars of Sun and 'I'.
See them rise a deep' a worried sea?
The years that owe' it too;
I' run out in the waves the sea is sad, it's blue.
Good bye, goodspeed 'said' I.
Many always voices of l' uncertainty it leaving us
with doubting, with which it hears them blow.
Conquest, is by us or destiny full a winters, dream?
Times which have developed.
All the interior swept it thus significance.
will maintain too indicate,
by the singing of each song 'I' will never know the spring or sun.
Ours with being Wasted with burning desire,
broken in the anguishes, thus is anguish born
of the splendid dreams,
which locks you soft my day of memory
and the vision once 'I' held, but now a dream.
Why each night pays more; We try to hold there haughty,
and the word
is time to be the thing which we dream but thought of.
Suddenly we miss it's flash of perspicacity,
then life develops dull and gray, and l' our hour follows shorter,
useless hours and thus become it is.
Betrothed under l'm a tree without one sheet, a crying sea.