Never Never Filled..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

what then
shall i finally
write on this
space

after a time of
thinking what to, why,
and where,

ah, at first i have
thought of emptiness, an open window
an endless horizon
a moon light spreading across
fields and fields of corn,

ah, i have spoken much and find
it so unnecessary, after all,
emptiness is a fact
loneliness is shared by all,

i like the fullness of what was
left unsaid,
a full mouth, a full body,
a hand full of so much
feeling,
a mind filled with thoughts
and memories

what i have written then,
to be honest, actually, it is still

about the way letters and words run
to fill an empty space which is never
never filled.