Apparitions Poem by Mark Heathcote

I'm a breeze in a wandering valley.
I'm a ghost who's come to play and haunt
I may make you cry or smile
I may mean the world to you
or the cold touch of snow that melts away
I may mean nothing at all or vice versa everything.

I may be the trembling dew, precious choice
that falls thirsting always next to you
or a woodland songbird, a blue jay
that leaves a mysterious blue feather with you today,
maybe even two tomorrow you'll find still warm,
because I'm a wandering timeless love song!

You hear in the heather, in the hearth, in your soul.
But I promise you I will always love only you
and if you're sensitive enough
I'll flicker and glimmer like the chill stars
for only you in the light of your blue eyes
and then I'll be gone.

Put-out like splintering logs like a fire in the hearth
but if our love be strong, there'll be apparitions
for lost love, there'll be a blue jays feather in the yard
on the lawn, one from you and one from me, still warm
not long splintered, not long gone.

I'm a breeze in a wandering valley.
I'm a ghost who's come to play and haunt come your way
come to make apparitions with you, real today.
It's been months since the ice melted away,
But it's been sultry warm today what-more-can-I-say?