Just Beyond Your Reach Poem by Mark Heathcote

When a succulent fruit
has ripened on a twisting bough
just beyond your reach are-you-willing
to risk life and limb on a bending branch?
Within fingertips reach your entire-future
for just one taste. For just one chance
that its flesh is ripe and just right.

When a succulent fruit
has ripened on a twisting bough
just beyond your reach are-you-willing
and ready to die for what is forbad
sure it might start the process of your healing
or it might make you go blind
and crazy as a bee but faithfully
it might just be the amber nectar for your heart and soul.

It might just be the amber nectar your heart and soul need.
Every risk is hard to gauge
High or low, we mustn't just surrender
Love is always worth the danger
When it is forbad, the desire is only greater
In the autumn, in the morning light
You'll see me clinging to a silver cloud
If you hear me fall, I won't cry too loud

When a succulent fruit
has ripened on a twisting bough
just beyond your reach are-you-willing
to risk life and limb on a bending branch?
And hold the sun as if it's just come out to play.
Are you willing to make omissions?
Go out on a limb and live again.