Once upon a time,
A lonely heart sat empty
In a desert
Made from a million crushed
No white horse
Was ever going to come
A quiet and desolate
Sanctified sanctuary keeping
Expanses open, holding the walls at bay.
Nature abhors a vacuum, and
Naturally, beauty must enter into
Water flows to all the low places
Loathed by all humans.
Is this how nothing collapses
To become something?
Is this the bright shining illuminocity of
Flowers grow quickly in the wake of
Tender morels push up through the ashes,
Of an old growth forest.
Your fingers push up through my heart,
And as it breaks I’m so deeply grateful