When Absence Became a Presence

Emptiness and space are as important as thought.....

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. We need space!

Nothing is on the ascendant.....

An empty house, a quiet street,

Where no birds flew and the wind failed to greet

The clocks did pause, its ticks unsure

The world held its breath, the stillness queer.

Shadows stayed, a touch too long

Visions looming by eye's edge

Its soul empty, bareness strong

Its cold breath cuts, a razor's blade.

It's quite surges, wraps and swallows

A chair, now gone, a lamp now blown

Its hunger triumphs, a new gallow

Nothing ascends its blackened throne.

When the day was finally done

Blackness stayed, the light now gone

Nothing's soul had triumphed - won

A well-deserved, though unseen throne.