Before The Glitter Fades Poem by James McLain

After the glitter fades, my dress it's hem.
To bend but never break in the strong wind,
And forward time will move and leave us there.
She hurries past us both and she is talking,
If I touch it now,
she is your lady and your her mister and the
Ocean, here it calling,
It is calling to you both and to you both go in.
In the water beyond life, beyond the grave.
Knowing that you knew about such things,
To it she clings,
And the feelings that I feel understandably.