Where Now Do I Safely Steer? Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Clouds will come again, my darling.
And when they do, where will you be?
I feel a shadow hangs over you and me.
The sky is darkening, my darling.

The road ahead is far from clear.
It's getting darker by the second.
By the minute now, my darling-dear.
Where now do we safely steer?

Oh, I've never passed a driving test.
I've never taken the time.
But now I'm like that Ancient Mariner.
Who paid a lifetime for his crime?

My heart is a segment, a piece of fruit.
Yours is an amber locket.
But mine now is rotting to the core.
Do I navigate by your pendant, darling?

You left it on the sideboard.
When was it, darling, you jumped?
And pulled that ripcord.
Was it only yesterday? Was it?

But it could have been years ago.
As the hearth is my heart
Has frozen over with winter snow
—Not fighting, letting you go.

Clouds will come again, my darling.
And when they do, where will you be?
I feel a shadow hangs over you and me.
The sky is darkening, my darling.

The road ahead is far from clear.
It's getting darker, darker by the second, dear.
By the minute now, my darling-dear.
Where now do I safely steer?