Far Away With You Poem by Mark Heathcote

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
I want to steal away, far away, with you
I don't want to be - maligned-
Or go jealously blind.
Sure, I will promise to be kind.
Otherwise, what would be the point of making amends?
It's hard to believe I've mapped
Every engulfing grief
Every red moon around you
And still want to smooth every seastorm
As to lead you, blindfolded to paradise
To a nucleus, inner calm, ripple never-alone
Where white moths drift by
And ancestors are present, hearing another lover calling
Why are you all now running naked?
Do you all forget yourselves?
Maybe I should send you all back to that hell
You know, the one you've mapped
Only to let blood-red moons swell
Oh, a moth gets into your home
It could be a sign or an omen
You're about to argue with your lover.
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
I want to steal away, far away with you.