Poems of Mark Heathcote
|361.||If only the stump is left||3/17/2013|
|362.||If You But Want Me Too||11/25/2012|
|363.||If You But Wish||2/16/2012|
|364.||If you've saved your life to sing -new-||7/19/2014|
|365.||I'll Find Away…||7/14/2014|
|366.||I'll give you a heads up||6/4/2013|
|367.||I'll love you all this world and back....||2/3/2012|
|368.||I'm drowning in harebells…||6/16/2012|
|369.||I'm imprisoned in a dewdrop||7/14/2014|
|370.||I'm sure it's not such a lonely road -new-||7/20/2014|
|372.||In A Meridians Change Of Planetary Gear||4/13/2014|
|373.||In his eyes||2/16/2012|
|374.||In life's last lurch||2/16/2012|
|375.||In love I'll run too you||2/16/2012|
|376.||In Loves Gainsay||11/25/2012|
|377.||In Order To Sustain||7/8/2013|
|378.||In prayer did I hear a hum..?||2/16/2012|
|379.||In the aftermath of death there is life||5/15/2014|
|380.||In The Deeps Of Beauty’s Purple Clouds||4/13/2014|
Hewn from the strata of galaxies demure!
Inured with witchcraft; heartbreakingly, pure.
The bride wears her wedding-dress like haute-couture
Dressed in her heavenly gown made by Channel or Dior!
Poised like a vision, sumptuously, dressed and veiled.
She; supernatural swan like sailed…
Stunningly, intoxicating; like a little creature divine!
She takes up her grooms arm whispers thou, shall be mine.