Pale The Heart Poem by James McLain

Waffing blood the color seen from differ'nt eyes
the sheen in palm
is you.

Glasses worn by all no magic is the view when
worn by few the gift
one knew.

Masking pigment blue a vision found red mixed
beating healing found in chest
so grew.

helping hand a doctor practiced tymed of passion
rymed all people winged in
fasion knew.

Traveled well worn road the path of viens one half
the object of a project
soon.

Granting of all life knows not a boon passed down
through lienage is a fool to
wast it so.