It's Always Hard To Fly Poem by Mark Heathcote

It's always hard to fly.
Given our weights
But I'll give you a wave.
When I'm airborne tonight

When I walk this tightrope
And fall into your arms
Quite deliberately
Gazing deep into your eyes

It's always hard to balance.
Juggling and evidencing
Our love above all else
And forget the consequences.

Some things can be perfect.
If you leap and close your eyes
It's always hard to fly.
Given our weights

But darling, why not try?
To serpentine these dark clouds
And coil up together without words with me
And realise when we're airborne.

We can be weightless.
In our heavy lives
For the first time like silent songbirds
Sometimes things can be sunny and fine.

Some things can be perfect.
For the first time
If you leap and close your eyes
And wish to be loved and realised once and forever.

We can navigate the clouds.
And sing like hummingbirds without words.
We can be weightless.
In our heavy lives

For the first time
That sometimes things can be fine.
Some things can be perfect.
For the first time like heaven

If you leap and close your eyes
And wish to be loved and realised.
We can ignite some magic
All kinds of magic oh, quite deliberately.