Sleigh Bells And Flowery Beds Poem by Mark Heathcote

This feeling won't be, refined
It's like snow falling in blissfulness
With a Himalayan mountain sky,
Joyous is our eternal kiss.

I fly by like a kite beside you
From a cloudless sky, you tug my bowstring,
The night breathes ghostly, anew
Like a diamond eternity ring.

Eyes closed snowblind we fumble
Hearts frozen fast, gather hearthside
The moons lullaby, is Mr Pan - asleep?
There are no more distorting, melodies - lies.

Hearts like sleigh bells play,
All our collected days
This feeling-can't-be refined.
I'm skipping moonlight stiles, tonight-

Everything has the patter of cherry blossom
It's like falling snow in blissfulness
As all our hours pass embracing now
In a chilly hot kiss.