Over Canyons Of Gold Poem by Mark Heathcote

Love is a gift rapt heart
It has honey centered
Taste that'll make you
Ache—warm inside
When it gets nippy and dark

Love is a voyage of discovery,
A harbour of memory,
It's our destiny.
A star hung, and simply,
Tucked up and put to bed.

Love is that moment, you
No longer have to run-
From just to get ahead
Of where you first begun.
It's like innocently, sucking your thumb.

Love is a magic carpet
Flying over canyons of gold
Oh bite that diplomatic tongue
Oh, count your alphabet!
There aren't enough words

Or lessons to save your bet
Or soul—whilst you fret—
All your joys may one day go cold.
But not when you're flying
Over canyons of gold!

When you're green and you're young.
Like a lily of the valley
Love hell lovers!
Lay your selves down
I'm the man about town!

Lord Ladies throw yourselves down.
I'm an eagle
Don't you fret?
When I'm flying
Over your canyons of gold!