Precious Flower Poem by Mark Heathcote

Precious flower sitting in a buttonhole like a rabbit in a bolthole
Won't you show your face in the moonlight tonight?
Precious flower how do I garden, now winter has turned up its collar
Precious flower how do I garden, now summer has turned its back on me
Precious flower
Precious flower

Precious flower won't you be my eternal sunlight
Precious flower won't you be my starlight
Precious flower won't you meet me in the slipstream of a midnight dream
Precious flower won't you release your orange white blossom all over me
Precious flower
Precious flower

Precious flower don't you feel the time is right
Precious flower for fireworks this spring night
Precious flower there isn't an hour goes by I don't spy you in some reverie
You're excepting hand with a key to some endless treasury,
Precious flower
Precious flower

Precious flower my arms are a bough a trellis
Precious flower on a golden morning I'll hold you in the silent—deathless
Precious flower you'll leave me breathlessness
And precious flower I'll be naked without any hidden altruistic vestments.
Blossoming like the sun for you.