Traveling In the Void

There is no time here. Time is motion relative to other motion, Yet we move relative to nothing. Nothing surrounds us. We hang in emptiness. Like diamonds cast across a field of black velvet The stars shine cold against space Gathered together in their serried ranks of billiions Mustered into shimmering islands The galaxies wander Unimaginably far apart And they are as nothing As nothing Against this neverending blankness This coldness This nothing that is space. Between worlds we drift. We drift and sleep We drift and dream Of things we know And things we wish to know. From one small round rock to another Wheeling through the void We drift Specks lost in the immensity. We drift and there is no change For there is no time here. There is no time.