I Can Hear A Hairpin Fall… Poem by Mark Heathcote

I can hear a hairpin fall
In the waters where our love did flow
I can hear rivers running backward's
In there ebb and flow—

I can hear in our hearts, a clouds rage
And I see the lightning striking
The hollowed-out stump,
Where all our blood together kissed.

Where our life sunk roots staid

I can hear their silence thumping's grow
Like it was breathing deep
Within a bud, that'll never open
I can feel a shoulder blade's sharp shove.

Oh, you shove me back underground
Like a crocus fearful of the frozen snow.
And I feel in this glittering rain
Of tears, you feel some of the same pain.

Oh, I hear the forget me not seed
Crying from the ground
Oh, I feel the ghost that's only a veil away
Blowing on the same embers, which still hold?

Our love as the sunshine did yesterday.
Where our life sunk roots staid
I remember the hairpins fall
In the waters where our love did flow
In the waters where our love did flow
In their ebb and flow—