Keys - Poem by James McLain
And child, 'But as for each open cloud
that lays beneath your keen perception
between me and you the sky, is it, as you think it is.
and without you are the silver keys, 'key to key
and is as if, mine, your mind, the waves the sea.
and eye to eye this my key, weeps but rain.
Still I haven't, 'But have you my key.
and you whom finds that key as for me who feels
your face give way and that I become close therefore.
it is close, as well and that there is a long way, always,
and some times it does not reach exactly.
Whom am i to abandon it as tears and for me
who find this key and it's border
and I that you may open up
each cloudy face this key entirely, to pleasant to open
I where the mask goes i go and the face opens bright
as for you anything
and enjoy my other keys
yours which is free my key to your happiness.
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