Time With You Stood Me Still Poem by James McLain

Time with you stood me still, and heaven
and I with you, each second I withdrew,
because I missed you, and I kept out all day.
Watching the rose bloom inside the bottle,
that is yours, and holding it, clear were our eyes,
and the new moon we moved back from the tree.

Sleep, and sleep the city sleeps -not an instant:
goes by and I wait, knowing that you will for me.
I followed time as once you followed the clouds,
and the moon allowed me work within the stars.

Sleep is but that prelude to when I open your eyes,
and startle you as the sun did, when first we met.






P N