Through narrow rocks, I’ll climb to the summit
To gaze down from the mountain-top
And there holding your hand reanimate
Walking on air, my heart will throb.
Like a bird, that’s flown to the highest peak…
I shall sing my love the sweetest song!
And wing on wing, where the airs mystique
Fills our lungs, I shall live lifelong.
There amongst the heady clouds, quite dizzy,
I’ll “coo” on nest, plump out my breast:
A robin “cooing” ever so princely,
Forgetting… sedentary ways with his guest.
© Mark Andrew Heathcote
Excerpt from the book “In Perpetuity”
About the Author
Mr. Mark Andrew Heathcote has been happily honing his writing skills for many years perfecting his poetry and sharing it on-line, through on-line poetry forums. He feels this book is the next best step in his creative endeavors.
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