Waiting, Wait No More Poem by James McLain

And gray winters touch
finaly reaches this bend of the long flowing river
and waiting i sit upon it
it is not cold nor warm and waiting i follow it a little further.
Sensible light; love I know of this of it's brevity and love
did i not recently
and for this i am so very lonely as i wait.
the moons behind, i am and his schedule
and to touch the one that i must ask,
i must not, for you are left here, not done.
Also windy she is as well;
too me likened i thus, she whispers as your love smoothly,
also those leaves,
the tastes and of whoms, 'dear'; think come but wait!
Whose; this brilliance of the fire warms it up,
saith east boy remeber also you compared,
and your astonishment as i;
the sun and he with its laughter, when with you it was both came.
The knowledge is due to have released half of it.
Comfort as well as beauty in the eye thats full with it.
sitting here i wait and others spill outside,
hearing i heard of thine and mine
and we;
who now one waits to be as we once were and yet still are;
we, how he once was rough and now as then still is
and insensible touchs.
Underneath with the envelope of her/you will see it become;
completely the eye as it becomes the storm of youth again.
And if and if it comes in the night with out any notification
suddenly as you are unaware,
waiting, wait no more, for i have come.