Permanant A Residence Of Love Poem by James McLain

Having blue eyes where you are I am.
That it comes to me at dawn.
Kind are you are beautiful.
The love which I feel,
Never exact was the miricle.
Ageless like the angel.
Blonde the white hole on the other side.
You were certain it is visible.
Human it was the human very.
I inquired about the grief and loss.
Thy name was the name of the Queen.
Write of the candle.
Shining in the room of our infinate minds.
Then, as for the eye which has been filled
with that love it met and rose to our night.
Central those stars and the pulsation
which comes from the sound of exhaustion, I became.