There’s a dark lake,

that shimmers, quivers

and pools.

It draws one unto,

obsidian oblivion,

and pulls.

Its nothing enthralls,

beckons, and draws

you to dip your hand in.

Submerge to your wrist,

in total blackness.

and try to grab hold.

When your hand draws back

from that infinite lack,

nothing’s to behold.

But all out of sight

in the in-fin-ite,

I hold in my hand.

The brilliant white

that rides starlight,

weighs gram upon gram.

It takes no form,

fits no plan or norm,

And weighs in my palm.

The cherished themes,

love, honor, integrity,

lay heavy upon me.

No one can hold emptiness,

None can make it a friend.

No one can bear its loneliness,

Nothing is its end.

All can grasp happiness,

Its tangible in the air.

No sense in pursuing darkness,

when bliss is everywhere.

Humbly yours,

J