The cold face
of the sun

i can not be
touched
i have no
reactions
there is nothing to move
seperate from All
of other
locked out
in the deepest
of dark
no reflections
not an echoe
he feels
however

She is the All
the call about
touch
reactions
all moving
together
she is engaged
All engaging
not an arm
fails to reach
thee All embracing
her voice light and love
sweetest of callings
reflects upon
the All about

but from nothing-ness
she came
and tears echoe about
for without

nothing
or ever

no wedding
no One
came