The Search For True Love Poem by Mark Heathcote

I cobble a path to your door
Its road was winding
Ascending Mountains footsore
Neath, Starlight, guiding.

I hack through dark rainforests
Following a mud stream
Affronted by stinging hornets
Love, all but a dream:

I walked on hot desert sand
That kept zigzagging,
This opalescent moonlit land
Icy left cliffhanging.

I fjord a river homeward
Where my heart should live
Crossed ice plains, a snowbird
Never-more-alive..?

I came to your oaken door
And lay there prostrate
On my knees, now some 70 yrs. score
But, still was blind stargazed.