The Void

From a deep dark sleep I woke
And into the mirror I looked
I saw my constant face,
Without a trace of things before.
Then to the window I turned
There I stood uncertain
And nearly lost my balance
For outward there was nothing
No streets, no signs, no stars--
The panes of glass cold,
Without reflection...

I thought of time to come--
And ran downstairs,
For the stairs were still there,
To a room filled with joyous sound.
I took both tight into my arms,
And glancing at the window saw the void,
Boundless and pristine black,
Without substance.
The eldest asked me what was wrong--
I looked behind, the steps had disappeared,
I felt the floor beneath me drop...

"Nothing," I said. "Nothing."