When I Look Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

When I Look



Stiff from the cold, how I am.
Being inside, I am warm.
I am not here, when I look,
all of my love,
the sea warm upon you.
All that I am, where but for you?
When thus from having, I seek.
Eyes seeing naught being sought.
Brought in from the dark.
From all that is bright,
I am when coming from you.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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