Shine As You've Never Shone Before Poem by Mark Heathcote

Shadows and cobwebbed hands lay in front of us
lay behind us - laid their hands all over us
it's like fool's gold dust. Today is all that matters
the sun above your head is a daily blessing
heaven unleashes rains into gushing gutters
drink and be merry; the sky is like elderberry wine
it may be Morello cherry, dark now
but it'll soon-again-shine
shine, shine-as-you've never shone before, like a-
a shadow that's never hung its self-half ajar upon a door.