Joyous Moonlight I'm No Broken Sunlight Poem by Mark Heathcote

Joyous moonlight I'm no broken sunlight
I'm no burden to thee
I‘ll happily shine when love is bright
And there's only blood on your shoes
I'll run through the grass and swathe a path

When my heart is hurt and misused
Oh after Election Day, who'll lead me?
Contradictorily to grace
When all my fear is gone
And I keep praying to a disease
That begs-treat me fairly, please.

Oh, jealous lover, you can be my brother
My father my sister and father
As long as I can taste your bubble-gum kisses
That takes me far away…

Oh, Joyous moonlight I'm no broken sunlight
I'm just breath deep in your chest
Waiting for your release from the turquoise rose
Inside of me in the night
You see…
Frankincense and myrrh
Rises up to meet; your smile.

I'm a daughter of hell but heaven
Is all I want; singing Silent Night?
With you in a dream
Oh I'm a maiden of mist, moving ever so slow
But I'm sure love you'll never let go
Or drift from my shore!

Oh, I'll run through the grass and swathe a path
Where the beast will graze
Till I'll wake-up a branch apart
Of your family, tree...

On Election Day, you'll lead me?
To the sanctuary of your song
Just another lyrist that doesn't belong
To this populist; cold day alone…