Beautiful Oblivion

I sit on the edge of space-
Stare into the empty dark
Some sweet song calls to me
Serenading my troubled heart
Filling me with deepest silence;
I seek something more than this.
The man on the street
Clothes ragged, mired in filth
And yet, beneath the tatters and dirt
Can be seen, a trace of faded hope
A hint of dashed dreams-
As haunted eyes bore deep into mine
Seeking something more, as I
His soul touches mine-
Hearts understanding what minds cannot-
Empty darkness, silent places
Two become one, as we search
And seek to fall, soft yet soon
Longing for nothing, nothing-
Only to be swallowed whole
To be enveloped darkly, deeply
Full into this sweet nothing-ness.



~written 3/24/08