We are as the dew on a prairie
We are as the dew on a prairie
Flowers amongst limestone graves
Entrenched in living rock
Watered by bird song
Engulfed in nettle stings
We are but charcoal smoke rings
Fasting on a single drawn out breath
Resting on a forward moving breeze
We are a clutch of eggs
Encased in a bough of creeping ivy
Squawking franticly upwards
Up at the midnight's sun
We are the covenant…?
The rain storm afore the rainbow
Slayed by the swords of angels
We are the dewdrops on the prairie
Flowering; amidst the entire universe.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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