Here Is Nothing


Here Is Nothing

If this could be your moment
would you make use of it?

Could you see all there is to see?
Could you call out names and describe?
Could you hold it and call it precious?

Would it call out in your dreams
and worm its way inside

all your deepest darkest desires?
Would you soar over these forests
and cold mountains following the twists

of my deepest blue river
before touching the sun

with your wingtip and falling down
and down to land soft on your bed
where I will always wait there for you.

Arms open wide and ready
to hold you tight inside

the safety of this world of yours
where nothing else is there. Except
a chance to go beyond this and give

a small token of my thanks
for those times together

we spent dancing through the dark hours
and flying through our open skies
to a world beyond this small bedroom.

Published by David Hadley

A Bloke. Occasionally points at ducks.

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