the roots of love.

where do they grow, these roots of love? i try to imagine them, in my spine, healing where the pain collects. i have no recognition of where to put it, or what the shape may be. is it light? does it float like energy? does it have hands? does it form wings? in my unconscious, where the light bears witness, i am too much thought, how do i become? my love i thought, i gave. i found that in my own form, the love i never gave myself. now i ask to become of something that never was.

is love a seed?
where in the black moist earth,
grows roots,
claws digging deep
into the deposits,
until all darkness bears light and grows wings.