Tonight the night is hung with stars’ eyes
watching our tindril glow,
we are alight in universe’s dust,
whispers mar the haunted lawn
faces that you know have blank looks;
there hides a wide space where my heart used to be
a profound void, where life has leaked
like rainbow’d oil slicking an old junk heap.
There’s a space where my heart used to be
a disused highway with a desert breeze
where mirages come and go,
drawn by the flicker of stars’ eyes,
by latent heat drifting.
One thought on “Void”
Thanks Victoria a very thought provoking piece,