To seed the steps of heaven
Morning-glory must open!
To seed the steps of heaven
and on her nap of cloud…
Might yours be a halo a crown?
Opening the gates—of heaven:
And that basket of laundry.
It won’t need laundering
in heavens ephemeral care
Apollo the sun!
Will have had his run…
With the morning air…
But you must mine darling.
By break of nightfall-shining
Flit through a velvet-tare!
Leap from the shadows of existence!
With flowers in your hair!
poem by Mark Heathcote
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