A Vase Of Flowers Poem by Mark Heathcote

What if your head were a vase of flowers?
Where the stars all bloom and wilt together
would you still feel severed from your roots?
Would those lilies glow like spotted newts?
Your heartbeat beats calmer under bowers
or would a single-star above your dresser?

Be all you will ever require from a flower
that singularly salutes and lasts forever.
A single flower that persists for an eternal hour
those daylilies' first and last survivor,
be all the days in one that lasts forever.
A single wild rose beneath a thorny briar.

What if your head were a vase of flowers?
Does it cancel your beautiful eyes?
Were all the stars to bloom and wilt together?
Wouldn't someone lesser settle for another?
It's innovative to believe another is better-
when-only-your love for His love - multiplies.