Into the Good Night
Autism has as I grow old and fading does
it mean the world has changed?
And tears as rain the salty taste her lips
Still kiss my face.
And now I hear at night the foaming waves
that crash upon the shores.
While out at sea and looking up the star's
reflect a face that's aged,
while deep in sleep it's he that finally comes.
Copyright © James Mclain | Year Posted 2022
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