The Wall Poem by James McLain

It was a long time ago.
An almost forgotten dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me, like a sun- My dream.
And then the pink of wall,
Rose slowly, Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose with the sun.
She touched the sky- The wall.
I am White.
I lie down in the shade.
More the light of my dream before me,
above me.
Only the thick green - trussed her wall.
Only the shade.
Only the thorns.
My hands! My hands 'Red' darkness!
Cut by the wall.
Found in my dream.
Help me to break away, from this darkness.
Run up against her bright, night,
to break this light Into thousands of shards.
Her sunlight,
my dreams, deep a swirling vortex Of the sun.