MARK ANDREW HEATHCOTE

 

MARK ANDREW HEATHCOTE

 

In The Stillness Of Time

 

In the stillness of time

we will be swallowed by the hurricane’s eye.

That has swept over your heart.

in the stillness of time

we will all die and learn once again to fly or cry.

Like the white dove of love

in the stillness of time

we will all shake hands, no-longer-longing

what's-been lost will-once-again-be found.

In the stillness of time

I'm going to find my way home.

Find my father's arms wrapped around me full of care.

In the stillness of time

He will guide me through the storms of life.

And lead me to calmer waters.

In the stillness of time

in the stillness of time

in the stillness of time

I'll meet my Jesus, and he'll set me free.

The way I was always meant to be

in the stillness of time

in the stillness of time

in the stillness of time, my own infant child

I'll see you again and hold your hands.

And eternally cry tears of joy.

 

Dance Of Eternal Love

 

Seesawing aerial-dancing,

Skating gracefully on snow and ice

dancing like cranes, my love and I,

weightless in the snowy air

above the Arctic, Siberian wastes.

 

We are red-crowned cranes,

who rise-and-fall in countenance.

Some sense of all our majesty,

Beauty, and longevity, brood within us.

As I take leave of all my senses.

 

I dream of immortality with you.

I dream we are guided on our flight paths.

I dream my soul takes wing with you.

Carried-off by an immortal guide;

two-hearts-beating a one.

 

A Vase Of Flowers

 

What if your head were a vase of flowers?

Where the stars all bloom and wilt together

would you still feel severed from your roots?

Would those lilies’ glow like spotted newts?

Your heartbeat beat calmer under bowers

or would a-single-star-above your dresser.

 

Be all you will ever require from a flower

that singularly salutes and lasts forever.

A single flower that persists an eternal hour

those daylilies first and last survivor

be all the days in one that lasts forever.

A single wild rose beneath a thorny briar.

 

What if your head were a vase of flowers?

Does it cancel your beautiful eyes?

Were all the stars to bloom and wilt together?

Wouldn’t someone lesser settle for another?

It’s innovative to believe another is better-

when-only-your love for His love - multiplies.

 

MARK ANDREW HEATHCOTE

 

MARK ANDREW HEATHCOTE is adult learning difficulties support worker, his poetry has been published in many journals, magazines, and anthologies, he resides in the UK, from Manchester, Mark is the author of “In Perpetuity” and “Back on Earth” two books of poems published by a CTU publishing group, Creative Talents Unleashed.