When I Have Fears Poem by James McLain

Like the water faucet in a modern home it is.
And water never finds it's way uphill.
I waited for the music to stand listen still.
Their beauty was naught for their lack of wings
as all birds must sing of what they will.
The crickets to the butterflies life is
to end each word and look up at the stars.
Some if not in life learn songs by heart
then now like when you have not learned the art.
Mediums like water that can shift in from
the moving tide the oceans and are of.
Do not favor me with what once was each dream that is.
I have heard you sing your luliby
a song that all the people love to know.