The Star Alight That's Fan Flamed In You Poem by Mark Heathcote

The flowers that wooden knot
The stars what have they all got
In common, each if fact could be dead
The flower could be pressed in a book.

The wooden knot seated on a church pew
That almost certainly could be dead too
The star alight that's fan flamed in you
Is only visible amidst; its own reflection.

Because you gain in vitality, some truth
Because while searching you forgot - all about poof
So love then put a mirror there right in front of you
And mirror to mirror no light there was ever lost.