Be*upon Your Head A Crown * Poem by James McLain
Be*upon Your Head A Crown *
Wild was time when racing by
stars could count the years
spinning earth into the yawn
nearing morning dawn.
Seconds long minute found
the waiting of the hand
wanning such trembling thus
the hour did draw near.
Past has flown to present now
comming of the King.
My heart raced back through time...Oh if I had known then what I know now! Your poem has deep meaning...It really is lovelly. Dorothy
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line 7: " wanning" , waning**** (definition 2) , or wanting? ? " wane /wān/ or present participle: **** waning 1 - " (of the moon) have a progressively smaller part of its visible surface illuminated, so that it appears to decrease in size." 2 - " (especially of a condition or feeling) decrease in vigor, power, or extent; become weaker." I esp. like: " Past has flown to present now" comming...coming :) bri :)