I remember sitting alone
in an empty apartment
listening to Sade’s
Haunt Me
Thinking of no one
in particular
just the weight
of absence
how the empty space between
stars
isn’t empty at all
just a quiet vantage point
to observe the infinite beauty
of the universe
& chart a more
accurate course
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wow that’s really lovely. You are highly insightful. I know the space between as the void, the place from which dreams are woven…thanks for another gem
Thank you Pua Nani, yes that is true about dreams being woven from there, beautifully put.
This is an awesome poem:
how the empty space between
stars
isn’t empty at all
just a quiet vantage point
to observe the infinite beauty
of the universe……
Lovely!
Thank you PassionPoet, appreciate you stopping by!
I want to say I’m totally in love with this poem, Jacque. Totally.
Hope you’re well! Xoxox
Thank you so much Em, your comment made my day! Always a pleasure to see you too…all is well here, a little behind in posting, but hope to catch up soon…