my heart space

(often is out of place)

in my heart space
this and that often
gets out of place
it's always question of
how to quietly soften?
before there is any 
shameful disgrace

in my heart space
there is sometimes 
a bit of clutter
for i love easily 
forgetting to be cautious 
and getting distracted
only to be reminded
when my heart gets a flutter
from the smell of burnt butter
isn't it wonderful?

in my heart space
there is depth and breadth
for all those times
i have grieved and wept
all those woes woven 
thoroughly through
knots in the warp and weft
noble parts of the fabric of me
in colours and patterns 
love maps and filigree

in my heart space
there is a home for you
a warm embrace
for when you sparkle 
you light up a room
but you can let fly
like a knight on a dragon
mad spinner at a loom
fierce blacksmith at an anvil
wild witch on a broom

in my heart space
there is a buttercup
holding a sliver of dew
waiting with bated breath
ready to be set free
rolling softly down a stem
embracing spaciousness and ease
exalting gently into the breeze...