My Once Clean Dream Poem by James McLain

You took from me,
my once clean dreams.
Empty though they were
without your sins.

New in thought like snow
my innocence.

On the wooden porch
surrounded though I was and
by the white washed rails
I stood
is where I learned to
hold my breath.

Were not the bad dreams
I once never dreamed
of you before
I had no say twas so.

Your old dark empty dreams
clean thoughts would run astray.
To hold me, ere to long
to you, heard not my songs.

Nothing could I do but
turn away
they were dim, where mine
were light
the egg it's empty shell
held tight
like mine was cracked.

And so you did, I had no say
where I
said naught though it
were true
and sweet and sour truth
where I would do.