Lean On Me Poem by Mark Heathcote

Lean on me like a sapling and twine your roots
And vine your limbs all around me
Lean on me like a tree against an old ancient temple
Lean on me and I will support you.

And let there be wild succulent fruits just in reach,
Ready to be windblown, rocked from their cradle.
Ready to fall just in reach with the morning dew,
Ready to kiss mingle in the springs of life eternal and glow.

Lean on me and lets your long hair flow
Let it be unpinned and blow in the breeze
And let there be moments of madness…
Just between us two.

Lean on me like a sapling,
Lean on me like a tree against an old ancient temple
And feel the heavenly dew—rain
Weeping like fragrant jasmine stars all over you.

Lean on me like a sapling and twine your roots
And vine your limbs all over me
Lean on me like a tree against an old ancient temple
Lean on me and I will support you.
I will support you.

I will support you.
Till wild succulent fruits are just in reach,
Ready to be windblown, rocked from their cradle.
And then I will silently move on. And go.