I See It's A Journey To Hang Around Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Never wanted a shadow or any drama following
Never wanted anything fake - how disappointing.
Never wanted to be washed or baptised
Never wanted to fall out of love or be reconciled.

Never wanted to chastise a child or become angry
Never wanted money beyond having a full granary.
Never wanted to break a heart, hurt a living soul
Never wanted to be that bully, demanding control.

Never wanted to miss a sunrise or become a sloth.
Never wanted to break a promise or an oath
Never wanted this pensive sadness, this melancholy
Never wanted depression or to resemble a zombie.

Never wanted to attempt to take my life, abandon God
Never wanted to be buried or have my ashes in a coffee pot.
Now I'm here, I see it's a journey to hang around.
At times, life can feel like a comet hurtling inbound.

But now I'm so happy to be here close to you.
Forgetting who I am and what I've been through, without you.
Never wanted dark shadows or any drama following,
But now I'm with you; nothing is too imposing.

My body sighs; it's singing, 'I'm grateful for all of this…'
I'm grateful for the moonlight and each starlit abyss.
When I look into your eyes and feel our fault lines
Touch and collide; it's like everything has to crystallise.