halfway between
the other side of everywhere and a stone’s throw from here
is the void.
here, you may find me, if I choose to make myself available
to your human senses.
you will never know me in any form,
so all you can hope for is a hint,
but that is more than you will need
and all that you would ever want.
count your adorations and hope for the best,
lest the wind sweep you away
and the water wash you dry.
embrace the permanence
of the nevermore.
here is where love still lives.
© Pina Rosana 2012