Empty Blue Skies Offer Nothing Poem by Mark Heathcote

Empty blue skies offer nothing
They're brochures of reflection
Days discarded on lethargic dreaming.

Your love is pivotal as a cloud
That brings rain and with-it-hope.
A meeting by chance that could never appear again.

So I long for a deluge to come
The pitter-patter of raindrops
I envision the flowers that will grow.

How an uninhabited, impenetrable rock
Shall explore a different kind of blue
All matted with gentians combing through.

The acid test is just a kiss from you
And I'll know,
By the melting of the ice and snow.