Forsaken Tendencies Poem by James McLain

Know one knew what I knew
just what it was
that covered you up until.
Tendrils like vines
vines very long hidden by fog
inbetween.
The mysterious search
as blue as the earth inside you.
Pillows for cloud's
blanket you, awash in the rain
wrapped around.
Night time stars glow at midnight
moving streams
running away with your dreams.
Through my fingers
like water I knew what it was
distant lands what I knew
here it was.