Love What's In This Potion Poem by Mark Heathcote

Ethereal angel stoically, blue
Your auras a white crest on an ocean
Oh mystical blossom casting a spell
I'm hypnotized; love what's in this potion,
How's it possible, I'm this awe-struck by you
How do I break this black-magic and quell...

That devil who's at the bottom of my stairs
He's got plans to take advantage of you!
He shouts loudly, he spits to clear his throat
He wants to kiss your dithering lips and glue
The best and the worst and always swears
He's not the boy, who plucked wings once afloat.

Angel, he's howling with the loons at midnight
He says a blue angel visits his soul
He says she abandons him when the day-
Begins and he sings like an oriole!
In memory of her blue wings twilight
That rapt his heart in her feathery lingerie.

He says she abandons him when the day-
Begins, says it's a game; how can he lose —
When he's howling like one of them, coupling-loons.
Singing; like orioles, heavenly enthuse!
He prays for this blue angel, what's risque
Missing, her melancholy departing, blues…

He says she abandons him when the day-
Begins and he sings like an oriole!
In memories of her blue wings twilight
That rapt his heart in her feathery lingerie.
He shouts loudly, he spits to clear his throat;
He's not the boy, who plucked wings once afloat.
So, Lord, why does she always fly away?
Is this all just a dream?
Oh lord why she always flies away
Lord, can't you make her just stay with me
I'm missing, her melancholy departing blues
Even if she takes my soul what have I to lose.

So, Lord, why does she always fly away?
Is this all just a dream?
Oh lord why she always flies away
Lord, can't you make her just stay with me.