Mark Heathcote

Silver Star - 3,875 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

My Hearts Like A Calling Seashell - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Subliminally, I’ll always love you
My hearts like a calling seashell
I’ll always hear you
On the shore of my soul
Waiting for your sweet return my darling…

Subliminally, I’ll always love you
Without you here I’m a galley slave
My darling, till the seas return—
Only makes me blue you never came
Like a surfing, wave into my arms again.

Darling I count the clouds until
I can count rose petals again
Darling there’s only a red sea of pain
Subliminally, circled with wolves
Oh their hollowing lonely at a midnight sky.

Darling I count the clouds until
I can pick up these shells shattered bits
I’m no Madame Butterfly
I haven’t finished reading her script
But darling I’m coming close to quit.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 2, 2013


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