People Of Heaven Poem by James McLain

................People of Heaven
People of heaven
of People each place from which
they came.
If it is the plains on which they lived,
then her hair smells of grass
sweet green grass high to the waist
waist high grass.
With her mate,
he then appears in the grass,
with his eyes wide open, she is there.

Flowers and trees they have
gathered beneath having to think
both one for the other
grass under their feet feeling the wind
having no need to speak with another
different some what from the source
but from awe though they seek.
Hearts that beat, gathered from two
leaving one.
Plus the two with green grass and the breeze.

Souls that have come, will they stay?
Having to come from that which was
before.
Could they not remember or have known?
Having no souls, yet they came,
eyes of they softly, glowing with life
as the grass there so green.
Wholly knowing no strife gently
being
People of heaven;
of People each place from which
they came.
Did they know our values moralities
Beyond our knowing, others.
Both from the one and the other one
from which.
Eyes softly opened.
Wholly filled with green bloom
And rising as they rise, as the grass,
yellow sun in their eyes and to know.
That all eyes are soft and waiting to open.
Faces turned inwards words what is
consciousness meets consciousness
and warmth with that they know