By Mark Andrew Heathcote
                   06/07/2019

I have followed you beneath a blanket of stars

Till it was—all-the-lights went out.

And, was wondering when they would shine again.

In what tangled wood, in what absolute

Would we unfold to touch the hem of this universe?

Be sucked in by all its beauty, its wondrous gravity,

And be this exposed overwhelmed reliving,

Reliving once again the moment of the Big-Bang

I have followed you beneath a blanket of stars

Till it was—all the lights went out.

And, then it came-to-me, your light was always soothing

And, then it came-to-me, you-were-always

Intrinsically this star blindingly, bright

Moonlight striking out-and-out inwards or outwards

You are inherently beautiful as-much-as-any starlit night.

I have followed you beneath a blanket of stars

Till it was—all the lights went out.

Bio

Mark Andrew Heathcote is from Manchester in the UK, author of “In Perpetuity” and “Back on Earth” two books of poems published by a CTU publishing group ~ Creative Talents Unleashed and in creative charge, direction of two anthologies by the same publisher. He is an adult learning difficulties support worker, who began writing poetry at an early age at school. Mark enjoys spending his leisure time off work reading and writing and spending time gardening.

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