The vast only shows her back
The empty always faced away
We can never ever reach her
Her face we’ll never see
Yet she does allow us
All the space we need to be
Poems and Pictures
Poems and Pictures
The vast only shows her back
The empty always faced away
We can never ever reach her
Her face we’ll never see
Yet she does allow us
All the space we need to be
I like the desolation of the first lines transformed by the gift of the last. Isn’t it true of so much in life. Thanks,