Calling A Dream A Stream

Poem By James McLain

Bump in the night into my arms you fell
banks a dream so it streams out far
away with us.
Bars bars bars filled with sand it's ours
soft is the water reflections of you stirs
blood is drained regions farthest from
my heart.
Brass horn on which you blow sweet
music has your form mist bars await
us practice beat the music can go on.

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