By The Red Moss Rosebush Poem by Mark Heathcote

By the red moss rosebush
with a lantern-lit come to me
I'll paint you another world
with words whispered in the breeze.

With gems and not just gnats and bees
you'll daub and scent the garden
with honeysuckle, that'll only be
deciphered at night by starlight.

Together, we'll drop to our knees.
and when this summer leaves
like a dancer on a moonlit lawn
I'll gather you up and mourn the hour you'll see.

Oh, and listening to the nightingale
singing Lost and Forlorn
I'll hear your footsteps leaving
back of a Zephyr looking just the same.

Darling, my heart is
a helium-balloon.
Darling, let the red moss rose fade.
But darling, I'll still have you.

A rising star in heaven
on the next -spring-morning to save.
Sure, as tomorrow will come.
There'll be other evenings like this one to come along.