Vii Stanzas Poem by Mark Heathcote

I

What does it really matter?
Like snow in its patter
If it's to light for heavy weather
If love melts away forever!

II

Motion a kiss
At midnights asking!
Wouldn't the moon reminisce?
Her wane from the waxing...

III

In her magnetic—stubbiness
Her wilfulness of innocence
Ah, there's a cosmic pool of bliss...,
Something only I'll reminisce!

IV

He spoke of an eternal calm
He spoke of love and of hate
He held me amidst his gentle palm
A broken arrow—set, straight.

V

You require strong courage
But you needn't those tears
You cause wars in defence
But you needn't those fears.

VI

A bird flowers in a stem
That joy is for all gods men.
A vine fruit lavishly divine
Sowing wisdom in the sublime!

VII

A thousand living torsos
Lick their limbless wounds.
Such are desert dunes
Egyptian cotton, sheets.