Nourished By Melting Ice Poem by Mark Heathcote

Docking next to a melting iceberg,
…Colder …still
The center cores of her Irish heart.

Her ghostly Celtic figure is out tonight
Stain glass teardrops light up the dark
I'm taxied in a flickering firelight…

I'm, waiting for frozen water to ignite!
Evaporate me with all my old life
Now her blackbird's wings beat in starlight

I'm longing for a second flight a moment to reunite
…Lose all my own frozen earthly weight.
Shine like the stars betwixt us two tonight.