About Nothing

When I was young the world was slowly turning gray as I grew older,
Sunsets ceasing to inspire, mountains draining out their color.
Didn’t want a thing around me, no allures that hooked my mind.
My heart was quiet, waiting for an unseen, unknown diamond light.

I swam inside a sea of rhinestones posing as the sun,
Knowing not one sourced the light when standing on its own.
I couldn’t tie a name or a give a form to the elusive key,
I only knew nowhere in this world lay what did belong to me.

One day when I was younger something touched me from another world.
For years I felt this single moment’s imprint on my core.
Spent all my days trying to find again, explain, to recapture
The only thing that mattered anymore,

Twisted the shawl until my hands went numb and held the air,
Looked with burning eyes so hard, the image disappeared,
Panicking my sanity went after this light to a fall;
Was there ever anything at all?

As I watched the comet fly out of my world, mountains broke open,
Sky and walls ripped like a screen and everything began to cry.
From the rip there poured out endlessly a stream of diamonds,
More color thrown over all than could ever hold an eye.

When I was younger finally I gave up on the chase
After a light that even memory could not contain.
Let it go as if it never happened, carried on
Knowing I’d never know it again.

No matter what my body did from then on, ’twas the same
Inside where every morsel, though inspired awe, was never kept.
My body paid no mind to Earth but lived on it as in a game,
While inside eyes closed to await the day it died, and slept.

When I was young a rocket shot me straight out of this sphere
Then circled round and took me back to Earth; the ground was hit.
No longer did I find the rank of pathways to take clear,
Having once been thrown out of orbit.

09/07/11