They Want Only To Touch You Unawares Poem by Mark Heathcote

On the ridge of a hill, perceptions long
Long to gaze down upon the other side
Like children longing to heavenly race
They always want to climb the mountainside.

Like an eagle in its lone prestigious climb,
They want to float; like a weightless dove
In those distant zeniths, catch their breaths
Feel those blessings in a rainbow of love.

They want to forget all hapless miracles
Elusive or otherwise & touch shadows
They want to leave these peninsulas
Strive beyond the fall of valentines arrows.

They want to shimmy with the stars
Catch your heart like a mountain tickled trout
In an unspoilt part of mountainous France
They want to make their love avouched.

Love & compassion ethereal as the air
They want only to fall like the moonlit dew
They want only to touch you unawares
Of any flesh accompanying & for it to always continue.