I was born in the open, hidden in the clouds,
A shadow on the wall, closer to it all,
I came from snow.
To her the one I speak who tried to pry me loose,
Try once again.
I have lived without a woman's love for far too long,
I am in need.
A confession without priests, the moon and stars,
A bush without green leaves I pressed upon, is like
The tree you once did know and leaned to learn.
Hidden in the clouds, a shadow on your wall,
I came from snow, I am afraid.
To her the one I speak come and try again and I will
Listen to your words inside your world.
I have lived without a woman's love for far too long,
I am in need.
Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What an amazing and great imagery you have drawn here exactly.! This poem has deep insight and inside every word we find a new world. This is excellently penned.10