Candle-wax-sky
Pellucid blue-eyes, whoever told you to-be-wise
whoever told you; you could dream, beyond the
Moon-lit, monolithic, midnight-skies.
Drink the midnight curtain of sleep
into the waking hours…
Where dreams can sublimely creep
Around; like a carnivorous green-flower
like a sun-spider sunning on a rock
like a worm in the pippin of an eye
looking down from a Candle-wax-sky.
Whoever said? It would be easier to dream..?
Whoever said..?
That; those darker blankets of velvet-red:
Wouldn’t come eventually calling to cover
your miserable maudlin flower-
Stem-head; with the blooded-thorns of a rose bed.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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