Like They've Heard A Songstress's Voice Poem by Mark Heathcote

Apricots on the bough,
hang like they've got joys joyous.
Bees on a rose are dancing deliriously
like they've heard a songstress's voice
an angel on the vine
singing divine!
Serpents in the grass are hissing,
they've heard the winds got power
it's a sacred prayer on a sacramental venture
fish in the ocean are leaping to the sun
wondering-why such golden baits are-never-caught.
But the bats all hangout upside-down-blindly
with a grinning smile, smiling at something never seen.
Oh, how I love strawberries and cream.
Oh, how I love it when my hand is interlaced
and there's nothing more to be said or done.
Oh, I love it when I can eat fresh ripe apricots
and their juices run through my fingers
and I get to suck it to its heart,
and I get to suck it to its core,
and I get to suck it to its stone,
and feel it resonates, something even more.
Something even more delirious
then bees dancing and serpents hissing
I-too-have heard the winds got power
it's a sacred prayer on a sacramental venture
we are creatures on the wind
oh, Lord, what an adventure
finding an angel on the vine
an Apricot fit to eat when-juices-run
and bees dance deliriously on a flowers tongue
singing joyous how they still feel young.
And the fish in the ocean is leaping at the sun
just for fun, just for fun
the bats all hangout upside-down blindly
with a grinning smile smiling at something never seen
oh, how I love strawberries and cream
and darling because-you-are mine;
an angel ripe for picking on the vine.