My Souls Away With The Fairies… Poem by Mark Heathcote

My hands are not my own…
They tremble like the school halls piano keys
Whenever I see you alone!
Ooh, my souls away with the fairies…

Every time I turn and see you!
Ooh, my hearts in my throat;
And I just have to take a deep swallow…
Oh why does every song, I sing misquote—me!

Ooh, why do I avert my eyes?
Almost in dread, even though, I love you!
More with each new dawn’s opening bud.
Ooh, you are the world. and I’m not lying…

Even though I’m pitched motionless towards you
I feel like I’m hurtling, downhill…
Under some kind of hallucinogenic voodoo
Without any postponing brakes!

Whenever I see you alone!
Ooh, my souls away… with the fairies…
Oh am I’m poisoned with a root of a mandrake
Ooh what’s your potion is my heart about to break.

Ooh, my souls away… with the fairies…
Oh I hear piano keys
And feel a tightening in my throat:
'As for the first time' I learn to speak, “Love”.