Nothing is all I have:
I do not know if that is enough.
Nothing is what seems to satisfy this mind.
Nothing fulfills me like Nothing itself,
and yet I long for more.
Disillusioned with the illusion of Time;
Not a complaint, ’tis only a glimpse
of my honest sharing.
I lose my patience to be forbearing,
then seek it back only in waiting,
for my sweet, promised hearing.
This Form, loses form
In anticipation of a demise,
Only God could ever know
of this aching sacrifice.
I must sedate the demons inhabiting this frame.
I know the rules too, yet fail to interpret
How to shift courses of an unwinding game:
Nothing to quieten thus; and Nothing to tame.
She was bestowed a valuable, the value unknown.
Now I toss it in the river, the river from her dream:
Was the river me? Or am I a sprouting stream?
The precious belongs to the beautiful,
To the other than I; she is not mine to keep.
We share dreams no more, even in my deepest of sleep!