Poem: What I Know To Be True

What I Know To Be True:

This desk was once a tree,
wild and unpolished.

This body was once a mountain range,
a drop in the ocean,
a whisper in the wind.

This heart was once the sky.

This consciousness was once you,
once me,
once we.

So it is,
a love without end,
a life without walls.

~ Matthew Foley