Your Part Of A Hand Poem by James McLain

We, as, we raise i will raise each in our
thoughtlessness of our new found sleep,
and i in my heart as to find them in lovers path i tread.
Parting your part of a hand nothing it remembers,
as sand and as it touches the troubled path mine the sea.
Palm of my palm lined your face;
where the long blue shades pull up the dawns
of the winds along the darkened, i hear you whisper
field of my desert in sand it is the bloom.
Or too she nevertheless would i remember, thought's
he spanned milky, her skies,
stars by the, her thousands, lost falling tears faded trails.
Whereas the planets does 'Venus' she smiles lost in always
l do he does ether never empty with their her major/minor tender
octaves hearing her voice, pluck the harp.
Love' my heart of my heart, no word will he thereof forget,
Neither however only, she liked,
we will never see the desolation of the sun it extinguished,
Nor fear the whereupon' voided deep skies it's vacuum;
ours and mine planet races up and down all around,
equates sweet center never forgotten,
because together will it suit us always and not Show our face
as i head; back before ever i saw eternity.