Alone In The Moment Waiting For You Poem by James McLain

Alone in the moment, I could not watch.
Those leaves
that you see are green and move gently
by the wind on the tree's.

Nothing in writing have I left, I leave it all
to my self, speculating.
Can't you see where you live, its not like
what you think, here it was.

He was no king, my crown is intact you can feel.
Red roses once blue, so they stay.
A redoubled effort, feel my hands are free.
Though no one spoke of love so I shan't.

Lift me up while I'm still warm, lay me down.
Bring him up to the top of the hill,
make him watch as the grapes are nearing
their turn.
I will wait here for the official's proclamation.