Treasure Island

Mark Heathcote

(22/03/66 / Manchester)

The heavens at the summit…


“Rest your weary wings upon the air”…
Let the wind of love carry you here
Carry you there - as long as it,
Submits to roost with me my, tit.

“Let god’s love give all else wings”…
Egrets on the peak of a mountain:
They’ll not be seen in their couplings,
By those he calls his brethren.

“Let the wind gather the last prophet”.
We’ll make our nests - our pallet!
Amongst; the heavens at the summit…
In this love - we’ll simply plummet.

Submitted: Thursday, November 07, 2013
Edited: Friday, November 08, 2013

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