Last Morning Star Poem by James McLain

Fair bright star, would I were, but could as i now am.
Not you lone around thus resplendent hung eyes aloft.
And watching, the sea, ours eternal lids can only part,
pliant too is nature patient, awake-asleep, Pharaohs,
uncovered against moving sand at their priestly task
Of you so pure, O' absolution swelling it ebbs around
down below on earth's blue human face, endless shore,
Or covered over on thine own sweet lips-silk a rose
Of that high there upon over yon, mountain and Mo-ores
Yes-No and still steadfast, still unquenchable my fires,
Waters of life about my fair love, yours ocean to crest,
To feel of every wave its soft foam to rise and fall,
Awake for ever in a sweet kind surreal is life unrest,
Or even heaven can not to rise too catch sweeter breath
nor rain to fall i catch are clouds, below i am each.
Heart heavy Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever-over ever or else, life loves as death.