qfreak69's blog: "Space 1"

The black abyss surrounds the givers of life,
Its emptiness makes them all the more beautiful in their elegance,
Like the pupil of the eye enhances the color of the iris,
Its hollowness gives rise to their splendor.
Without its dullness, they would not be so brilliant.
With all their beautiful, their end is still the same,
the dark abyss swallows them up and covers them from view,
only to give them up again, in a brilliant burst of light.
Its loneliness gives me sorrow, for it stretches onward forever,
like a lost soul, so lost that it has stop searching, just wandering,
just outside the light, always retreating from its brilliance.
Never risking an encounter with their warmth,
always alone in its hollowness, but always there, always waiting,
but for what I do not know.
For it is just a mirror of my own soul, empty, without the brilliance
of the light, without its warmth, dead and hollow, full of sorrow.
The just like the darkness that surrounds the stars,
a soul travels this universe alone,
searching for something, but what it does not know.
Alone in the dark, illuminated only by the light that comes through the eyes.
But not really light, but just a representation, from photon to electrical
stimulus, to a mere mental image.
So as the darkness touches the light, so each soul touches as well.
So where does the darkness begin, and the light end?

Qfreak69©