When Absence Became a Presence

Emptiness and space are as important as thought..... Absence makes the heart grow fonder. We need space! Nothing is on the ascendant.....

An empty house, a quiet street, Where no birds flew and the wind failed to greet The clocks did pause, its ticks unsure The world held its breath, the stillness queer.

Shadows stayed, a touch too long Visions looming by eye's edge Its soul empty, bareness strong Its cold breath cuts, a razor's blade.

It's quite surges, wraps and swallows A chair, now gone, a lamp now blown Its hunger triumphs, a new gallow Nothing ascends its blackened throne.

When the day was finally done Blackness stayed, the light now gone Nothing's soul had triumphed - won A well-deserved, though unseen throne.