On The Wings Of Love Poem by Mark Heathcote

Mayfly, if ever an angel be
it was you and me
pirouetting in the air so free
above a cobweb lea.

If ever a child had azure blue wings
as blue as a periwinkle sky,
then sweet-tenderfoot swimming
it must have been you and I.

Down amongst the meadows
where the green woods-wend
down amongst the willows
where the reeds draught an end.

There I came a dancing
roving like a bee
with honeydew brown eyes
by a river, like that river Spree.

Soft as ephemeral moonlight
you took wing with me
oh, mayfly green and tender bright
true angels once were we.