James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
James McLain
From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Inside My Head Love Is But A Dream

I dare not leave my head when deep in sleep,
it is nearly time, one last heart beat.
For I would love you still and still you dream.
Inside my dream the path is green a willow
bows in grace,
as if the wind that blows leaves so gentle
on your face.

Not knowing what I'll find an island or a
star.
But satin and but silk is as felt when your
asleep.

She is trapped inside her dream and
can't get out,
and a stranger drags his finger bent across
her face.

Moist the rain is dry and the color of the
clouds
such is the dream and fragrant still the moon
will rise and settle down
upon the face of dawn and I must wake again
Monday, February 22, 2021
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