I would like to go back
to that place of magic,
where naught was
unspoken and young
hearts flew free.
We were younger then-
unbound by the cares
of time.

I don’t know how
it all gets so messy,
this lovely disarray that
composes the steps
of our days.
I just know, no mess
has ever been so big
that love can’t clean it
back up.

And I know, that
what it comes down to
is finding that
space inside yourself,
–that space where love grows–
and becoming a relentless
gardener in pursuit
of the growth of
your own heart.