As The Petals Fall Poem by Mark Heathcote

As the petals fall
shimmer like ghosts
in and around a belfry arch
with the last of the light
I to will say goodnight.

Through the wild woods, we roved.
I will run like a thief, without a choice-
listening to a memory
memories sound of her voice.
I'll run like a ghost wishing to be back.

As the petals fall
shimmer like ghosts
in and around a belfry arch
with the last of the light
I to will say goodnight.

I'll run with the brake tide-
stinking of green absinthe
I will flap like a bat and I will-elide
myself into omitting, I loved you best.

As the petals fall
shimmer like ghosts
in and around a belfry arch
with the last of the light
I too will say to you goodnight.