by James McLain
After love the glitter of youth
Where once there was magic,
Those miracles as they once we're.
Neither you nor I,
Or he and you trying to do, when
We were young, what the young do today.
Growing up, it going away, you now live
Further away from the sea.
Your beauty was even then like the wind,
Blown away, each year like the winter leaves,
Laying face up in the snow.
Love is the bush round and full of green leaves,
While worry's a place
A state of mind, it is as strong as the tree.
Separate rooms, separate mind's, change
Like the tide throughout time.
And you like I wish to be safe,
Safe from the unknown, free from each storm.
Wiser to be, bitterness unseen, knowing
It may form inside of your heart,
Beating each beat,
As you cry each night before sleep.
Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2018