................... She Is Afraid He Is Tired Poem by James McLain

Wherever you are he is there,
His heart tied to your soul, he is tired.
Your heart that he made with,
Hands passage of time, is the history,
We made loved then erased.
Loving inside of the face of the sun,
Face to face, cheek to cheek, the full moon.
Lost in her shadow, her eyes and her smile,
Forever lost gone without more had we,
Lived in a house made of glass and
God's love, pass in the green in the grass
And yes love my lass, you now are afraid
He is tired.


Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2017