The night is filled of empty air
Sometimes cut by light that dares
To split in twain the dark domain of sleep
For me it’s hard to find my place
To give in to that nightly grace
To lose my grip and take a dip in darkness deep
One trick I know is not to see
That’s one less thing to bother me
I remove my eyes and watch the skies of mind
It’s easy, then, to fade away
To weigh and process the prior day
How sweet the treat to sometimes just be blind
One by one, I remove each ear
But keep them safe, and dry, and near
I needn’t know what’s there below my floor or bed
The surrounding soft and subtle strain
Of city noise begins to wane
The heat and beat of heart fills out my head
Smell and taste are but small cost
To grant an entry to paradise, lost
Upon the wake and break of morning with every breath
And just as well I’d lose my touch
To feel it all would be too much
Deaf and numb, I can succumb to nightly death
I’m last to go, I fall away
A weightless victim to passing day
Nothing defined, an empty mind that’s been stripped bare
In drifting through that liminal space
I’m fully exposed to the beautiful grace:
The night is empty, there’s simply nothing there