Till Chrysanthemum Clouds Weep With Sorrow Poem by Mark Heathcote

Residing on a trellis flowering
Rose blossoms falling to be swept-away
Arcing to the light distantly stretching
Collected in the near-future someday
To scent the waters of eternal love
But till then hold on, until then hold on
Like chiffon white swans a pure paragon
The chorus of a song bloom beauteous.

Flower-like a star, centre your heart.
You are a trellis, white rose flowering
Garland all your strength ready to depart
A garden trellis calls you-towering.
It is your one true destiny, darling
Darling, open your heart thorns for support
Ah, I don't mind bleeding or exalting
To see such wonders of pure art depart.

Choosing a time to inherit deaths dart
Avoid seasons circling nip devouring
Flower-like a star, centre your heart.
All existence should be empowering
Every today a borrowed tomorrow
So till then hold on, until then hold on
Till chrysanthemum clouds weep with sorrow
Till then hold on, till then hold on and yawn.