A Small Masterpiece

Where are the boundaries, in love thoughts that grow? Life above all else, seasons change, And love like the star's eventually grows dim. Wherever I have been again I will go. Her face when in youth was smooth, smooth as silk, And his was as fine and chiselled to touch, as she said. A rose is a rose that will open not close and the bark of a tree Thick or thin I suppose. Memories can change as quick as a dream, the stroke of a brush The pictures it makes, I seek sleep. Though the words that I write that nobody reads, only for me Lead down to the sea, where I wait. What should I do, where can I go, not to far in the past nor the Future to know, but I do. And futile is life unable to reach the heavens at night, to see a full moon, Where Woman and men still have visions that seek. Unable to change the small world all live in, love is blind, blind to whom seek, Is but through life a small masterpiece. Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2017