Painted Womens Dream Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Painted Womens Dream



Listens freely thinking clearly
brush is painting bodies soul.
Inside her hand with me stands
lasting thoughts forever known.

Lives painted women dreams
homes charity has clearly flown.
Music she has married followed sea
flowing thrilling sounds she would sigh.

Touching tasting masking her last rose
powdered voice is crying in the night.
Telling feet the path is clearly over grown
gowns frail body cleans the passing light.

Moons beauty shadows misty loving scent
arms of grace in valleys blooming sun is fair.
Living loving trembles holding all this world
perfection formed the shaping of her foot.

Waking body chilled of breath and shaking sweat
grasping tendrils fading fingers knowing she is gone.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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