Love Song's Poem by James McLain

In the deep of night while I'm asleep
You poke me in the side.
And in lucid dreams, it is a dream a dream
Where I wake up,
Rubbing sleep from my each eye.

Clean and Swift and Crystal clear as
The water that all drink.
Panic is not uncommon though for those who
Cannot swim.

I remember what and who you are, not who you
Were, beauty to a prelude, deep in sleep as death moves
On, right past your beating heart.
Pure of thought as ocean waves pound off of distant shores,
And on the rocks where we once sat.

The singing of the song a song we sang, when we in
Love, were both alive.

Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2017