Windswept Shadows... Poem by Mark Heathcote

A place where shadows, disassociate
Themselves; from bough and leaf green stem.
Where these dissolved mulches conflate!
In that, that is no longer—mayhem.

A place where shadows; indemnified.
Once sort not to be contra or defuse.
Bones of these ashes fall hearthside
Souls of these embers a fire imbues

A place where shadows, incredulous
In number proliferate like stars
Clusterin galaxies nebulous.
A being of enduring light pulsars
A place where shadows—strategically,
Golden; disappear, reappear, heavenly