The world is made out of nothing real

The world is made out of nothing real,
Just acres and oceans, of what we feel,
And whirling galaxies, of airy spaces;
Whole worlds between particles, and our faces.

This world is milk, from the tears of a god
So lonely, he made a creation from thought;
Tired of the solitary way he trod,
Halfway between real and unreal, he wrought.

It started out, one instant of time,
Everything in the same spot; divine,
So now my soul's in you, and your's in me;
Find yourself in the other, that's ecstasy.

 

poeticpiers
I wish I had written this

Kerry O'Connor
Great form and meter befitting a touching theme.

carol
i think you''ve got it

Mike
If you put enough nothingness together, you still have nothing... So different from this more than something poem... You know I love these flights of physics and philosophy... and then just the right amount of love...

kath
How wonderfully written and imaginative this is! A giving, and a taking - real sharing of a moment in the universe of time and creation. Thank you! Kath xxx