These spaces feel empty again
And in spaces fly echoes of loss
Of love

Perhaps of my spaces such things can be said
When the earth of my years lifts
What had buried them dead
Or undead and buried
Unheard, though they’d cried
Screaming a life that a fear them denied

Or is it now I’m aware
In a moment that’s passing
Of just what sparks fly
And the colour of light?
Maybe now I can live and
Now I can write

Yes, love was inside this space always
And in these daily tests I can grow to love Love
Allowance is all: love more, and more open
With a heart once broken and unlearned in life

But now
How it beats
How it lives
How it loves


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