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