It's Our Dream To Have Lived Poem by Mark Heathcote

As the new blades of grass shake
As the ripples on the lake fringes
Awash into your eyes almost clear
It's to you your sunrise I steer.

With a smile cracking on my face
With a bird singing in my world
It's to you in my heart I race
Like the pilot sun, I'm unfurled.

As rabbits roam the empty fields
I'm a whippet tight-lipped
Licking my dream pursed lips
Dreaming, I've scored.

As dawn chorus rouses the world
I am tight-lipped thinking
It's a dream to have kissed
It's our dream to have lived.