Mark Heathcote

(22/03/66 / Manchester)

Did the ground fall from your wings


Did the ground fall from your wings
Did the turreted stars arrow down in the wind…
Did your heart meld all summer with his sun?
Did you flicker in a flame, golden and sanguine?

Did you see the hands of time stand still and chime.
Did you hear the solar system say he’s yours not mine?
“When you fell into the hemisphere of his eyes
In that eternal instant; where nothing else defies.

In that eternal second did you at that moment realize
He was the one - your only hearts true sunrise”.
Did the ground fall from your wings
Did the turreted stars arrow down in the wind…

Oh and if they ever did.
Did your soul shudder in its flesh to join his?
Did your blood and every fibre of your being fizz?
To be his, did your body ache and want for no more.

Did you love him?
Did you love him?
Like you and he were the last centaurs
The last condors to ever circle the earth...

Did the ground fall from your wings
Did the turreted stars arrow down in the wind…
Did your heart meld all summer with his sun?
Did you flicker in a flame, golden and sanguine all the time?

Submitted: Saturday, November 02, 2013
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