What Say You Poem by James McLain

Now will be the morrow none to soon
fleeting thought in hand a palm
bright moon.
Outside thin shelled mellon much ado
noting brand of nature
that is you.
Terror freed to roam outside to sooth a
fleeting color bowed to
much construed.
Heavy cheeked a twin atached aback
your mirror cracked when you
sighed track.
Instead last laugh prior dread released
the need to seed that fallow ground
upon your stead.
Nothing lost was just a gain for me the
need to feel the pulse of one
that walks in you.
Grafting limb to find sweet fruit the flowers
bloom upon a face inside the mind
I find once you.