Pennies From The Wishing Well Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Pennies from the wishing well
I'd throw them at your tranquil soul, your feet
To see the ripples of yesterday roll
So you'll remember my name

But I'd never put out the flames
In this, this heart of mine

Oh, it's a long way home.
Till judgment day
Till I again live alone

No matter how much time
Transpires, I'll still be here
In the ripples on this earth
In blossoms that fall at your feet
In your hair.