Maybe nothingness is...
to be without your presence
Without you walking later
Through the fog and the cobbles
Without the light you carry in your hand
Golden,which maybe others will not see
Which maybe no one knew was growing
Like the red beginnings of a rose.

In Short, without your presence;
Without your coming suddenly
incitingly,to know my life,
I would be lost
Since then I am because you are
Since then you are, I am, we are
And through love I will be
You will be, we will be

Poetry By:
CalSurf2