Our Love Has Seen How The Orchids Cling Poem by Mark Heathcote

A tear shall fall and make an ocean
It'll form a tiara forest a crown of rain
Then a fire shall burn a cinder twirl.
And a world shall disintegrate
Into a cauldron of simmering, shame.

And our love, our love shall die
Like the coals in a grate.
Once more a cloud of memory,
No amount of sunlight can condensate
Or compensate.

Our-love has seen how all air-orchids cling
High in the green canopy, rooftop trees
Our-love has roots lips that have done the same
Drunk in a miraculous subterranean thing.

Till tears sounded out the alarms
Louder than any breaking hearts.


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A tear shall fall and make an ocean
And grow into a forest of rain
Then a fire shall burn a cinder twirl.
And a world shall disintegrate!
Into a cauldron of simmering, shame.

And our love our love shall die
Like the coals in a grate
Once more cloud of memory,
No amount of sunshine, can condensate
Or compensate.

Our love has seen how the orchids cling.
High in the canopy; rooftop of trees…
Our love has roots that have done the same.
Like a miraculous subterranean thing.