I'm drowning in harebells…
Bright as water in bitter wells
Where a smile draws the dust
Oh I'm drowning in harebells…
Chewing on what's solaced.
Oh like a pocket penknife
She cuts me when I treat her kind.
But she doesn't know me?
She just slipstreams into my mysterious life.
Into my mysterious mind
Saying; were just two of a kind
To be cremated together under the sun
But honestly she doesn't know me, none.
But when head lights intercept us…
As another fortified acceptance falls
I see her like a bridge with backward waters
Draining an ocean; with no-pitfalls.
Bright as water in bitter wells
Where a smile draws the dust
Oh I'm drowning in harebells
Chewing on what's solaced.
Daughter of the lilies where the dragonfly
Dwells to the north in my blood
And the golden bees dusting in their lunch
Girl you've got such charms knee deep in mud.
Oh purple pools and shadow
I'm caught up with you
Could be dancing on a cloudless moon
But I'm just falling down a well with you.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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