Nourished By Melting Ice
Docking next to a melting iceberg,
by Mark Heathcote
The centre cores of her Irish heart.
Her ghostly Celtic figure is out tonight
Stain glass teardrops light up the dark
I'm taxied in a flickering firelight…
I'm, waiting for frozen water to ignite!
Evaporate me with all my old life
Now her blackbird's wings beat in starlight
I'm longing for a second flight a moment to reunite
…Lose all my own frozen earthly weight.
Shine like the stars betwixt us two tonight.