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