Did the ground fall from your wings

Did the ground fall from your wings

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


 

Did the ground fall from your wings

Did the turreted stars arrow down in the wind…

Did your heart meld all summer with his sun?

Did you flicker in a flame, golden and sanguine?

 

Did you see the hands of time stand still and chime.

Did you hear the solar system say he’s yours not mine?

“When you fell into the hemisphere of his eyes

In that eternal instant; where nothing else defies.

 

In that eternal second did you at that moment realize

He was the one - your only hearts true sunrise”.

Did the ground fall from your wings

Did the turreted stars arrow down in the wind…

 

Oh and if they ever did.

Did your soul shudder in its flesh to join his?

Did your blood and every fibre of your being fizz?

To be his, did your body ache and want for no more.

 

Did you love him?

Did you love him?

Like you and he were the last centaurs

The last condors to ever circle the earth...

  

Did the ground fall from your wings

Did the turreted stars arrow down in the wind…

Did your heart meld all summer with his sun?

Did you flicker in a flame, golden and sanguine all the time?

 


© 2013 Mark Heathcote


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How does one know when love is real? Are there a set of emotions we need to feel? I am not sure that is the case, but I am sure this is a beautifully written romantic poem....the sort of love poem one gives another on Valentine's Day. Lydi**

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark Heathcote

11 Years Ago

Like all things in life nothing remains stationary and perfect for us to find perfection in love we�.. read more
Lydia Shutter

11 Years Ago

Precisely!

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Mark Heathcote
Mark Heathcote

Mancheter, United Kingdom



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I like all kinds of poems but I tend to gravitate toward eastern spiritual poetry. My muse almost demands it of me. So you may find quite a few being poured out from time to time. I all so write man.. more..

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