THAT SLIVER OF NOTHINGNESS

O you, who are so distant,

yet so intimate in

your silent possession of me—

Am I loving the unknown,

rather than you?
Is it the distance we keep

that breeds our intimacy?
O unknown one,

why does your voice

hold such richness—

a richness that brightens

my waning heart?
O breath of life,

am I searching for the stars

of a dream never to be?
Is there only this oblivion

outside of death?
Lurch me from the shadows

that leach my life.
Take me, embrace me

in that sliver of nothingness

that for a moment,

can feel so complete.

CAROLYN MARY KLEEFELD, USA

From: “The Divine Kiss,» Cross-Cultural Communications, USA & The Seventh Quarry Press, Swansea, UK