When It Shines Poem by Mark Heathcote

When the sun shines-
it shines through you
I am molten-rock, rock in love
what more can I do?
I am, moved, and I am
quenched in your sea
I am a frozen lamb,
what more would you have me be?
Let us feel a tendril vine
as it grows, as it trembles
as it climbs, as it flowers
as its seeds, get dispersed
let us sense and remember
our petals gave rise to sunsets
gave rise to births and deaths
and when it shines
it does so for you.