Lightning Bolt Poem by Mark Heathcote

In the darkness when I could not see
My love held his hand out to me.
There isn't just light at the end of my tunnel
But a beautiful lightning bolt
That lights up the dark sky...and that is you.

And that my love is why, why…

My hearts vapour was carried on a breeze
That has circled the globe
And rested, fallen on a canopy of fig trees.
It has even dripped off a cacti flower
And moisten the air to reign down its power.

But its soul essence is a frozen crystal tear
That melts to be near
The hand that in my darkest hour
Shone and showered a spark of light
That covered and transformed my universe.

Debbie Michelle Hennessey & Mark Andrew Heathcote