Heart Song Poem by Barry Van Asten

He came to me in the morning;
He came to me in the night -
His hair was gay with roses
And his lips were my delight.

Eyes, like idols of amethyst
Drawn from the cadence of time;
Of orchids and intoxication
Where I savoured his sweetness sublime!

And his song erupted in moonlight
And he ached with such beauty that wove
Thoughts of romance and seduction
And soft lips engaged in love.

A kiss of larkspur, enticing
My crushed soul unto his shrine -
His body danced with the music
And his spirit danced with the wine!

Through long hours of enchantment, calling
His name into the dark void,
With the dull world's mantle about us,
Bathed in beauty and burning inside,

For the song that he sang was like witchcraft
Wandering spell-wise through the night,
And his hair was gay with roses
And his lips were my delight.