Something Must Be, Given Back Poem by Mark Heathcote

Something must be, given back
let's remember life is just a slipknot
fallen on the floor on the ground.
Love, you've played all your face cards
and still, you must lose at some point.

Like the cat with seven lives and one left
you must fly-like a bow ribbon kite
enter that cloud over a white picket fence
and never fall once more.

... There is garbage to be collected
that someone might refuse
and vines that climb that look most divine
oh, how I wish you were mine,
eternally mine with no place to hide.

But something must be, given back
but please, don't jump the queue.
Please, please get up off that floor
please don't ever leave me.
Leave me like the sun on the porch, ever again.

Love, you've played all your face cards
and broken so many hearts but isn't it time
you played the two of hearts and called it deuce.
And blew out all those candles counting time
and said you'll be mine.

We could tie a slipknot a Chinese finger puzzle
Not even He upstairs divine can divide.
So darling meets me on the porch at sunrise.
So I can devise how all the stars started to fire
flicker like dew-wet wheat fields in your golden hair.

Infinity must be captured in your smile because
I-can-no-longer breathes beyond the passing of the dawn.