The Stars Are Burgeoning Red And Gold Poem by Mark Heathcote

The stars are burgeoning red and gold
But we only see those silver ones tonight
Thimble-sized a thousand times as bright.
We imagine we're on that threshold
Of being one a travelling, nomadic
One night you'll be a star burgeoning
Red and gold—like Kerouac a beatnik-
Poet; we'll shine, hoary, spiritually, beckoning
You, collide and go… supernova with me.
Whatever; colours we make, this universe
Shall, just have to wait, eager to see.
From our black holes, skylark songs inverse.
Speak and shine, Blue like sapphires, outward.
In a loop that could only, include me-
With you! With me, all bright light glowered
Glows - grows trembling to envelop me.
But we only see those silver ones tonight!
Thimble-sized a thousand times as bright.
But, yours is the only one I cherish.
I'll wear your immerging light until I perish.
Like a Kerouac beatnik poet; I'll shine, hoary
Beckoning you, collide in love and glory
Whatever; colours we make, this universe
Shall, just have to wait, eager to see
From our black holes, skylark songs inverse
Cause all things begin with me with You.