Palindromic Poem by James McLain

you and i, as once we were
and still across the sand the wind
like sand once contained therein
the hour glass is set free to blow again, across
broken vessels, both we were
yet floating still against the tide, here
this last time, i stepped into the sea
it is as if in your love
the grass it's each and every blade, seems palindromic
'dogs'
they come, one by one and once as such you were
as they to them and my master, loves the sea
i have lived only, in order to cross over to you
each wave as it gently pulls me apart
and laps, against my face
like the moon which is pulled by each wave which then retreats;
and remember, you being I
my mind is as infinite as the foam at your feet
the dream which put us together
walking, talking, thinking back with more to come
than once we ever did
it can never be less crowded
and me
and lovers play at the edge of the center,
in order to leave our mark,
me mark you, in your mind, which can only but continue
blowing always on, across the sand.