Mark Heathcote (22/03/66 / Manchester)
Any More Than The Moons Aglow
There are fairies in the light
In that glowing bulb so bright
Resin trunks - amber lockets
Wound-around a ring of spirits.
Who goes there… in the wilderness?
Shaking snow, laden with deftness.
Is she an angel—I don't know?
Any more than the moons aglow…
Who goes there… in the shadows?
Winking, when all I do is frown.
Oh there's a seraph in moonlight.
Owl-wing-flutters drown my soul tonight…
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