Nothingness

My days are bare and empty.

Come to me like the flowing river,

Speak to me a few hollow words, 

What are you doing here?

While the garden is deserted and desolate,

What are you searching for? 

The room is vacant and the

Clammy air, mizzly windows....permeating stillness 

Who are you? 

Sitting languorous in this wintry night 

What are you doing here? 

Why have you covered your face? 

Show me, what you have in your cold hands 

Who is He along with you? 

Staid, dull and speechless 

Say something, time is incoherent and infrequent 

Nothingness ...

Emptiness...

Blankness...

do you mean inmost love 

Are you being or becoming?

Tell me, or merely a shadow 

drooping under the old and tattered tree. 

You are so haggard.

You are so pensive 

What would you do at this time? 

What will you get in this time? 

Nothing...nothing...nothing...

Will you collect your sullen flowers? 

That you have given me last time...

Or will you meet me on the seashore?

Tell me, where? You mean, nowhere...

The rain and the light 

Oozing water and void eyes

meeting to meet the faces on the void and unlatched door ...