When The World Feels Depleted And Empty Poem by Mark Heathcote

When the world feels depleted and empty
A blossom no longer on the stem and leaf
'I can hardly speak when you are near.'
Oh, that's when my heart beats like the wings of a June bug.
My soul senses the sap of the whole in the root
And wants to return to the frequency, the formula
That led us all out of that caveman's cave.

When the world feels depleted and empty
Hold my hand and command me home to bed.
When the last glowing jasmine star is sown
Oh, I want to sleep in chamomile with you all my nights
When the moon rises in place of the sun,
I want to feel that healthy rain-dropping dew,
Falling on the flowers flames dowsing me and you.