Mark Heathcote

"Love, love is always, whistling goodbye.
Today it has music; tomorrow it may not:
But we haven't the taints of a lilacs bruise
For us; its music isn't the wind chime spry."

"Too high too ruffled, too at home to roost.
Today it has music; tomorrow it may not:
Even so, tulip-trees shall rock—in their mews,
In all directions love shall sing, sing seduced."

"For us; it's whistling hellos or goodbyes—
Seduce." ‘O' love is always, whistling goodbye.
"For us, its music isn't the wind chime spry."

"For us, it's whistling hellos or goodbyes…

Aren't just the beginnings of faiths teachings? "
"Teaching us; we to have wings on which to fly."
"It is for us, it is for loves first; fledgling'
Sky-borne flight, flights that never say die."