Rumors Poem by James McLain

Rumors
laid to rest
and being made of such
a party to each
living brief
to dusk an interlude.

Few
were very fair
nor
as bright as you.

How
could I not
the very thought
you thought
it should endure.

I can't endure to hear
such
lovely words
spoken
words of you.

Look to my eyes
scarce
yours to seek
yours
I'm shy to meet
not in love
with her but you
to you
will I respond.

With out your dying
love
until it
like mine is
it is
better if for some
to fade away.

If lost love is found
then
in the grove
of mighty
oaks
near those lonely pines
rumored waits.