I Edit My Heart Till There's Only Poem by Mark Heathcote

I edit my heart till there's only one firefly of light
then I hope to die looking into her eyes in the dark
it's where we'll share our one-and-only house
my soul will be as humble as a dormouse giving thanks
I'll gaze at the moon because I'm sure it whisper some truth
I'll stare out at all those other tiny smoky roofs tops
and wonder if another firefly found its way,
and walks around in just, its winter socks

I edit my heart till there's only one dart hits its mark
as I lie down with you, I count my blessings once again
it might as well be a solar system of stars I'm-counting
each in their arc at the bottom of our garden gate
it might as well be all the angels in heaven
and every dawn chorus singing bird, I ever-heard
it might as well be every deadpan mobile-phone face
that stare into the emptiness wishing they were me.