The Nothing
Oh how serene
The silence be
When least expected
And most neglected
Peace and quiet
Is oh so precious
Like a flying bird
On black veiled wings
Its song unheard
But still it sings
Not for you
And not for me
But it’s always been
And will always be
So when the night is quiet
When the sky is silent
Listen closely
But you won’t hear
Not far away
No, rather near
The silence sings
Its song so *****
And through the fog
It’s all so clear
Nothingness rings
In the air
There’s nothing here
But something there
The Nothing is nowhere
Not here
Nor there
The Nothing
It is everywhere
Its song is not
But yet it is
It hides its presence
Where all else ‘tis
Among the blackness
Within the blankness
Where all else is,
There’s Nothingness
Copyright © Kovah Havok | Year Posted 2019
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