Last Taste Of Innocence Poem by James McLain

Until a while ago while walking along
the shore head down searching
for tears waves break.
Not knowing the gazes of the moths
drawn toward this flame
until one spoke.
Teasing me so I thought such fairness
of breath to address me as such
with her gaze.
Innocents eyes she ask Sir, what is it that
you gather along this path of tears
we both tread along the shore.
Looking up my attention now to her I
replied whispering my wind
to her ear.
Leaves these shells of tears a women
of sand left behind for angels
in day to find.