Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 6,008 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Without A Feather Ever Lost - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Through the window I see your soul
Leaving like a flock of birds
That has now decided to leave and go...
Without a single word,
Or leave a single feather.

Through the window I see your soul
Through the window, I see a yellow taxi
And seven cases, I now see as maybe a sign.
That you‘ll leave myself empty and confused
Lost without you who once were mine?

So now its winter in my heart
And I pray you’ll stay to see the spring,
With me, I and the flowers come through…
Through the window I see your soul
No longer a fair weather friend of mine…

But darling I want nothing more
Than to turn back the hand of time with you
And not just see the flowers bloom
But also - pick them with you.
And watch those flocks of your soul returned.

Without a feather ever lost.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 12, 2014


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