Todays A Ribbon Caught-In-Your Hair Poem by Mark Heathcote

Today's a ribbon caught-in-your hair
Lightly flapping like a blackbirds lax-wing
Readying for that solo flights high declare.
That love of seeing, everywhere life's bubbling-
Joyous gift; your eyes are what I live for
"Is what the daybreak arose-for-to-see?
Once black-hounds bade at the moon threescore
And not a one could take your virtue free."
Joy cannot catch sorrow like a fever at dawn.
We only whisper what we truly yearn for
What I live for, the glance of your hand, thereon.
And that little bit more, that soothes my store.
My soul is a ribbon caught-in-your hair.
It cannot be, untangled - this I swear.