Lost in a maze of starlight
wrapped within a moonless sky
sailing far beyond the crest of the horizon
not noticing the brilliance around.
Distanced both physically and emotionally
from the world below,
a small withered voice wails into the void.
No echo returns.
Falling into space and absorbing eternity
'til it fills my blank soul,
my thoughts are extinguished from lack of oxygen.
Dropping all I am away-
becoming totally an object adrift in space
and welcoming the oblivion as a loved one
into my arms- I am a lost one
without kith or kin to mourn my fall.
Unseeing, unknowing, uncaring-
adrift in the vast universe alone
things begin to make so much more sense.
Maybe it is the lack of oxygen-
maybe it was the vast darkness and hazy starlight
but knowing this one thing made everything
else seem to make sense.
When you are really alone
the only thing you want is a kind human voice
to break oblivion's silence.