Wisdoms Way Was Wise Poem by James McLain

Slightly skewed this mirrored face the mask
flew through a waiting hand fingers
clutched some dawn it
was not you.

Lay me down gently soul this favor seen face
will bring a haunting song cloud tops
roam pictured moon reflection
wise to you.

Affronted wisdom laid to long dormant in a
seedless throng muddy river have
ask why decerned black
robe power nigh
seen true.

Volumes words latin terms nunc pro tunc
seems just verbs present future
make undone a
dream.

Excape forever change the past present
king made to last a future bright
as nova sun
we sing.