Recesses of the Void

Recesses of the Void


I dreamed of oblivion that encircled me
in the blinding arms of darkness,
devoid of light,
it swirls and dances around me
as it ebbs ever closer to
drawing me into its central core,
on single infinite point of nothing.
There were no dreams within its folds,
no pain or sadness, much less,
love joyously rendered and
soaring heights of passion.
It was devoid of all that we
shroud ourselves in
to create order out of chaos.
And there I stood in neither
heaven nor hell,
and in the blistering silence,
I stood alone. And yet,
there I stood encircled by a
multitude of spirit minds that
lay just beyond the shadowy darkness.
There they were laid to rest, unseen,
bound to the recesses of the void.
In my dream there were the souls
still clinging to the mortal world
of flesh and bone.
In need of resolution ,
they haunted the places where their
mortal frame had tread before,
unable to process their own demise
and unwilling to let go.
There in the darkness,
I reached for them to offer comfort,
only to be drawn back into
this waking reality of
the tangible and the symbolic.
And I have done nothing
more than dream of their
sad eternal existence.