Without You Poem by Mark Heathcote

Energise my heart of a winning glance
if I were fain to look away, but glow
with every fibre of my being, I owe.
I would gaze at you with no more askance
then a flower does a gentle shadow
while wilting of thirst like a Pasque flower
for the morning dew to enrich its power,
‘you're-starlight here' nothing can foreshadow.
Nothing-native-or-common, about you
you're more graceful than the prairie crocus
eyes on you, I hold the world in one breath
eyes-closed and the universe is in focus
all's fixed, in rightful place, life, and death
they mean-totally-nothing, without you.