Magic

We breathe

Holding

Time & Space

Together 

Like

Magic 

Beginning

There’s 

A slow 

And steady

Warming 

Of hearts 

There’s 

A slow

And steady 

Forming 

Dreams

A quietly 

Growing 

Comfort 

Of companions

A subtle joy 

Of newness 

On the pathway 

To beginning.

This must

Be

How 

Love 

Grows. 

Tell

Your eyes 

Tell a story

Lips 

Never

Could 

You

You 

Nestled 

your 

sweet way

Into places

I never knew

Existed 

Those

Are the places

I miss 

you

Most. 

Nostalgia

Strange,

To feel 

Longing

For something 

I’ve never known.