Mine Was But A Thought Poem by James McLain

flowing from mine was but a thought
gone by you
and how you like the beauty of my sea,
and all alone going back to the top my lonely talks
down the Length of the Beach.
You heard that vague wash the thunder measured
by the light before sound ever reached us
foam between my toes, heart too heavy i reach down
and the wind takes it/was grey far away
and as you and and i and each once one leaves
one walks the past each weary beat each wave
strains moon above monotonous.
Around me were the makings my castle
they move sandy dunes echo,
beyond me the cold
and i wade through the foam at our feet
silenced you smell of the sea - We two will cross my death
and the ages lengthen
before you again will hear this noise
your song above me
as i wait for the suns bright warmth to rise upon me.




s.t.