Contrasting Worlds' Poem by Mark Heathcote

"I" or should I say my dearest friend
We have noted every difference…
Since our loves, charade ended.
I go to church and I count my penance…
As you, my dearest tests my temperance.

I long for you on that tall barstool…
Next to me laughing like an infant fool.

I am disillusioned by our contrasting Worlds'.
I am disillusioned by my blossoming smiles fading grey…
I am disillusioned by our contrasting Worlds'.
But here in this morning, songbirds jazz…
I am disillusioned in what you didn't say.

I longed for you to airbrush my way…
Next to me, I wanted you to connect with me
Like an oceans spray, against the quay.
Tell me every cloud esprit filled with a sunray.
Tell me I was all that mattered each and every day.

But know I'm disillusioned by our contrasting Worlds'.
And all those songbirds - on my windowsill
With all their jazzy buzzing's renditions…
Of the souls, they'd shared with in the morning air.
Oh how I wish you'd unleash and take my heart to Nashville

Take my heart there' like I'd been to church…
Sing in these isles to me my dearest of eternity,
And not just from another bar stool…
Even if like you, I like laughing, like an infant fool.
Just take my heart back with you to Sunday school.
Cause I am now disillusioned by our contrasting Worlds'.
I am now disillusioned by our contrasting Worlds'.