Psalm Of Eternity Poem by James McLain

At the edge of day has long stood night.
The crystal stream marks the territory, cedar wood.
My love and I hear your great silence of length
muscles bulge at the eye and moon being raised.

Being possible as with any heaven.
The law of milk and honey which divides us all.
Whom are surprised, it is dissatisfaction extremely.
My love, in love and the pulsing sorrow that pulses.
Which is not the purpose which by with it is called this.
Leaves which reached both sides, opened pulled apart,
and that on us played the jester.

And exactly and our starlit nights which have shone as ours
because of the yellow spectral star that falls each night.