To See Her Again Poem by James McLain

No, not ever once again!
Her valley filled with water fall's,
the mist I cannot taste.

Underneath the moon so full, that it no
longer fill's my hands.
To touch her face, her face that is,
that I can't satisfy.

The forest filled with sturdy tree's
green bushes filled with leaves.
I'd struggle through the mid day sun,
until the crack of dawn.

We'd live and die, not grow apart,
to love her every night.
There is no hell, no pearly gates,
She dreamt, I looked surprised!