Gazing down into the rich creamy darkness
remembering this emptiness of daily life
textured rich as a chocolate fondue;
staring lost in the black glistening nothingness
swallowed by the thick creamy melt-in-your-mouth
savored taste of life diminished bite by bite until,
a pleasant bitter-sweet after taste holds an empty wrapper,
recalls the solitude lost on the breeze of the afternoon.
The wrapper whisks away to litter the landscape
of so many untouched lives, scattered debris,
fluttering with every hopeful wisp of wind,
caressing the fields until again the sun goes down.
The darkness hides their presence out of sight,
figments of imagination that didn’t really matter,
obscured thoughts that never end,
even though forgotten,
mourning the loss of love, crying for an embrace
of security, wanting to know reality exists,
when existence of this life is unknown.
Yet, I can know I am textured rich,
have understood nothingness, and have experienced
creamy melt-in-your-mouth love
© Lee Down 2005