Rushing~lights Poem by James McLain

Laughter from pearls the sum of the strand
unfolding forever from
your hand unto me.
Inside the mind of yours being infinite such
nature to behold dripping
into me.
Gathered host your pail of seamless grains
this speck within
that is me.
Hearing such thoughts as flow from grace to
know your touch so soft laid low
just for me.
Together ever more my soul can hold no more
the sands that once
roamed in me.

c.e.mcl.~23~12~08