Nocturne Song Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

My heart feels so warm inside next to you.
It'll scorch the grass, devour the sun
It'll leave this earth as barren as the moon.
Now I'm distracted lovingly;
I'll fall for no other than you.

Eyes blinded, Whistle shepherded—I won't run.
One more step further without you leading me.
You have that gravity that pulls a comet's heart.
Heats its interior, orbits, then enters a red sun.
And spontaneous bursts explode like a star.

Oh, to you I am tethered; I disintegrate.
I die and self-implode; two become one.
Oh, my heart is a red sun next to you.
Do you feel the heat of my love? My love doesn't shun.
It hammers out a song, a nocturne, each night.