Here Is Nothing

Here Is Nothing

If this could be your moment

would you make use of it?

Could you see all there is to see?

Could you call out names and describe?

Could you hold it and call it precious?

Would it call out in your dreams

and worm its way inside

all your deepest darkest desires?

Would you soar over these forests

and cold mountains following the twists

of my deepest blue river

before touching the sun

with your wingtip and falling down

and down to land soft on your bed

where I will always wait there for you.

Arms open wide and ready

to hold you tight inside

the safety of this world of yours

where nothing else is there. Except

a chance to go beyond this and give

a small token of my thanks

for those times together

we spent dancing through the dark hours

and flying through our open skies

to a world beyond this small bedroom.