Space

Inner voids that suck you deeper
into their darkness,
nothingness waiting an answer,
the light to set it a fire.

It’s universe is a canvas,
potential tapestry of the mind,
all the stars and the planets,
are exhale from within
spinning into the emptiness
instead of allowing it to drown,
because inside lies the creator its splendor
from that living cosmos in the heart.

So gaze into that mental abyss,
a chasm, sometimes bottomless and imprisoning,
but the spirit can race as a comet,
reaching beyond any limitations.

Never staying trapped in a black hole,
using it as a slingshot
to streak into the unknown,
worlds sleeping at one’s fingertips,
claimed when we stop and watch
that twinkle rise in the head,
then the space becomes a galaxy
explored by imagination’s flight,
lifting off can be a challenge,
sometimes just have to forget about gravity
and just close the eyes
until seeing the cosmos
presumed lost on an blank sheet of paper.