Date: 09.05.2008
Time: 11:20 p.m.
A vacuum lay before me
Like an abyss stretching from the stars
Down to the fiery depths below
There was not much of hope lying within
But instead, a gnawing ache eating into my heart.
The jolt of awakening gave me quite a start.
The moment I knew of what lay beyond
In its sinister crevices spanning the void soul
I did my best to hide it and fill it as I could
With poetry and words, with melodies and songs
Singing praises to a glory that I felt not.
And by its deceiving rapture, it seemed I was caught.
Still, those ephemeral joys carved out of air
Spun out of fairy silk and paint drops and woven into dreamy tapestry
Kept me amused and veiled my eyes
Long enough for complacency to settle
The void was nothing but the vestige of a nightmare.
Gladdened and at peace, my eyes were shut on impulse there.
Oh wait, but! There knocked the night,
Morbid screams of unanswered emptiness
The instant the day was satisfied
With all its rabid monsters and frightening calls
The void would beckon darkly, alluring in its misery.
A fool I was to think it to be a trifling trickery!
What ether can silence its call? I wondered
Fill the gap and cement the rocky joints?
Regal fancies seemed not enough
For they melted into whence they came from
The imaginary held no power over the physical and real.
My drawn out spirit turned to blood that would congeal.
Where the words, music and art
Failed to sate the gaping void
Spirit and a spirited heart thwarted its lurking menace
Therein lay true freedom from wretched suffering —
The light that embraces darkness to give fireworks of hope,
To stay and slay emptiness, and carry across the precarious tightrope.
Spirited presence, delivered in truth, compassion and faith.
End: 11:54 p.m.
5 comments:
beautiful, as always
And sometimes, voids fill. Fill more than you think they can. Just with a chalice full of Spirit.
I talk of honour and revelry both. :)
There is power in this poem... I like it!
brill.
i COMMENTED, so you know.
i agree with pianopoet...there's a certain power in this poem...the power of nothingness.
brilliant
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