Know When To Come Poem by James McLain

I do not know from where this comes.
Yet rivers flow.
From the fount from where youth came.
Imortal would they never know, I am.
Could they but to learn to still there legs.
Could they but to learn to form there lips.
Lips are lips but lips speak all they know.
And lips like yours I yearn to learn and grow.
But knowledge comes in dreams to those whom know.
And wisdom is a leap of faith that grows.
Unto the ones with drive and vision glow.
And lead the way for others that would know.
And woman know my love for you it shows.
If not for you from whence we came none knew.
Sweet breath upon the bloom that opened grew.