When I look at your eyes again here once more,
I have known those glances and they go with rank,
returning us to the glory of that shore,
using the low shadow of the blood ruby through the moon.
Does it loosen your hair and leafy shadow kisses?
Does it return the wood of the oak back too the shed
near the spring which kisses the head
and which brings comfort too your knee;
And still another place we who shine have remembered - Debt's.
Because the woman who turns my eye from your face,
cannot attach it to her body in the sleep of the night,
and we learn too calm the day.

by James McLain

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