Empty
An endless void
I feel nothing
I know nothing
Then a luminous omen
Right before the bright bounty pours
Filling and filling
With no brim in sight
Something tethers to me
Another and more
No words are spoken
But it is heard loud and clear
Empty
Yet whole
No need to hold on
When everything is in your grasp
This is one of those poems that just came to me out of the blue. I love random moments of inspiration.