Baton Down The Hatches Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Baton down the hatches
The shadows
There is a ghost in your blood
wearing your hoary flesh
That's a home to my soul

Shadows in the star drops
The mystery of your eyes
Where a flicker refuses
To be guarded or to fade
It's eternal, flame

For you, I'd cross the galaxies.
In your keeping
I'd list like an ocean ship on a maiden cruise
And sink to hear you call
No matter the distance
It wouldn't matter at all to me

In your shadows I'll survive.
Every bitter-sweet wave
Where you go
I'll drown and lose my mind
Till I learn to swim with you
Rescued by a miracle

A woman holding my hand