Held Back Poem by James McLain

Between the light of day
and as darkness sleeps
on the silver light
that shines down on your face
your face that I see
each day
that goes by
believing that the love
that I felt was alive.

Each street that I walk
leads me up and into
that look on your face
when the bushes had leaves
love was blind to it
heart were they shaped
to it
and the green of it
made me think more like it
all the more.

A mind that is fresh
and not brutalised
the mind that has more
more than
two milky brown eyes
under cover of darkess
two eyes that open and shut
was I promised
back by them not brutalised.