Silence Comes Poem by James McLain

</>I cannot stand next to you, my grave and, leave you crying.
For you were close to me where we once kissing stood.
It is it and would they all when life is good?
To look up and see the sky and why it is not there.
I do not come to you for sleep and sleeping there I should.
I am a thousand leaves the wind you blew away.
I am not all that glittered dust of diamonds crushed in snow.
I am the sunlight off the beak which made the bird so bold.
I am the calm love autumn rain, morning star awake.
Silence comes, I of am the rush that flowed across your face.
Quite fast uplift and quiet birds that never flew.
Where I shine when comes your turn in the white bright night.
I cannot stand next to my grave and,
hear you when you shout.
As for me it is not under there.
I did not come for you to see me grieve.
The wise one knew how can you die so young.