Justice Can Present A Thick Wall Poem by James McLain

Yesterday was my long time before.
I being then birthed,
had memory from most your dreams.
But as for my why and when then it/is there,
before me,
like the hands breadth of sun it is so bright- upon me.
And the wall became the thorn upon your 'rose',
whispering softly, come here and listen my rose.
Slowly the rose, and ever too slowly,
between me,
and the sky always full of clouds
became your dreams.
Until that moment when lost, i touched the moon,
the rose-his trellis the 'Wall'. light shadows.
I am your son, i am back.
I am now one with the shadow
and it lights the other, i am inside.
Already the good light wraps on my door of your dream
and as before it was you with me.
Justice presents a thick wall.
Justice can cast out the shadows. Your hand recalls!
From darkness one hand brings forth civil light.
They being human masks some times my broken eyes,
which i pass through the wall, like i did once in youth!
Find my dream within your dream and dreams come true!
It is one tall order from the facts that I pulverized this darkness
help it thus to break this night,
in order to break this shadow, into thousands of stars
those lights and write of the sun, your dream by the thousands
and revolutions have long since your the path around the sun!