The Void

The Void

The dark empty void waited,

Eternity at its fingertips,

Self engulfed in blackness.

She lit her gentle candle

And the universe shot out bright lights

And colors from the dazzling stars.

Whirling and glowing, musically playing,

It pranced joyfully around the flame.

As all things must, the candle burnt out

And the universe hid in shadowy vapors

Softly groaning.

– John E Leahy

ca 1970