Lightning Bolt Poem by Mark Heathcote

In the darkness, when I could not see
My love held his hand out to me.
There isn't just light at the end of my tunnel.
But a beautiful lightning bolt
That lights up the dark sky...and that is you.

And that, my love, is why, why…

My heart's vapour was carried on a breeze.
That has circled the globe.
And rested, fallen on a canopy of fig trees.
It has even dripped off a cacti flower.
And moisten the air to rain down its power.

But its soul essence is a frozen crystal tear.
That melts to be near.
The hand that in my darkest hour
Shone and showered a spark of light.
That covered and transformed my universe.


Debbie Michelle Hennessey & Mark Andrew Heathcote