'More Than My Heart' Poem by James McLain

It was more than my 'Heart' or my 'soul'
And you never ask me once, about my dream.
Where soon I must go and how I will sleep alone.
And like the thunder, it claps as I take my leave.

None of my words have moved you, and I know it.
Watch the leaves dance and even the trees are moved.
Will all the leaves only after my voice has after a word.
And when it's finaly done, tell me how long again must I wait.




s.t.