Sheer Ecstasy Poem by Mark Heathcote

There are moments of sheer ecstasy
the likes of opening windows
reflecting on a million panes of glass
that is like windows opening
when you fall through a vortex
without time, when your mind
is-not your mind; it's when your own
-coronal magnetic field creates
a solar wind, a gateway to your soul
and you glide with the now and eternity.
Between certainty and uncertainty
there are moments of sheer ecstasy
too countless to remember whenever,
whenever I'm near you.
Metaphysical speaking, we are all-stars-
turning back to dust. But while I'm here-
holding you, I'm a star drunk in a stupor-
waiting for one more moment in time to kiss you.