Proofreading Poet

dampened, caged.

Darkness, where Emptiness once stood.

Overwhelming silence-

drifting through memories

of old smiles, young laughs

Hold it high, to my temple;

She sees it all; the silent observer.

Impassive and open,

she simply watches life unfold

nestled in the stars.

  Lost souls snatched from earth

gravitate towards the darkness

chased by streaks of silver;

remnants of the living.

  They settle in the night sky

shoulder to shoulder with the dead

weightless, floating,

until their eyes glaze over

  and they join her

lone lights in the emptiness