In His Eyes Poem by Mark Heathcote

He lights me up
When immanently
I’m in his eyes.

He wakes me up
Almost always eminently
To sunnier; golden, skies.

He wakes me up
In his love; in the gentle
Wings of a turtle dove.

He warms me and then, but
Never the less burns in me
Surly even before, he sojourns, in me.

Oh yeah!
There is really nothing to disguise
Not even for the disenchanted to chastise.

When you find;
That in his love, for you!
Is a heart ache; never more true.

Never more a truer sign neon blue!
Than in those stigmata palms
Held out too you.
There is a world unremitting...