Incantations Longing... Poem by Mark Heathcote

Incantations longing for a spell
Waiting for her to show her face
But somewhere deep down inside
She still hides feelings lost half safe.

Leaves are separating, lotus
Petals are falling from their sepals
As she now runs far, far too deeply, ahead.
Oh, incantations they're drowning in decibels.

Oh her heads in a monastery of pain
For a hurt little infidel dame
Who hollers now to go home alone, but
It's really, not her confessional choice.

Oh she just wants her knight in armour
To tie up alongside his steed and read
Her his reams of poetry,
And, set her heart on fire.

Oh incantations can it be
It's just her heart alone in the dark
Drumming out its ache to share his breath
Weightlessly, endlessly, hopelessly dreaming.

Leaves aren't now separating, lotus
Petals falling from their sepals
As she now runs far, far too ahead.
Oh, incantations are drowning in decibels.

In his head, she's his Sleeping Beauty.
Oh, incantations reams of poetry.