There is this
now blank space 
where once blank
used to frighten 
now I slide 
slowly down into 
its warm bath 
be it painter
or even poet 
this blank space 
is where anything 
likely will happen 
is where I 
prefer to be 
at the beginning 
of everything else 

The lack
of matters 
is just 
like Heaven 
negativity ceases
to exist 
there is 
both absence 
and abundance 
imagine being 
tied to 
nothing yet
present to 
absolutely everything 
no despair 
no desire 
no disappointment 
just joy
joy joy

This past
that most
hold dear
is nothing 
nothing more 
and will
be forever 
nothing more 
it might 
have happened 
maybe not 
how can 
anyone make 
any decisions 
based upon 
a dream 
what fools 
do that 

It is the quiet 
hours when everyone is 
or soon will be 
sleeping I adore most
it’s the calm seas
upon which I float 
and sometime sounds like 
fish jumping and splashing 
that does not disturb 
but rather reminds me 
that I am somewhere 
and while I feel 
gone during these my
quiet hours I know 
that I will always 
drift back to you 
in bed like my 
own little coral reef 

When I write 
I am ancient 
when I laugh
I am young 
when I sleep 
I am old
and then when 
I love I 
will be forever