The Void Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos

Infinite, singular space
that separates happiness from sorrow,
the nightmare from the dream,
the sun from the moon,
the truth from a lie.

Your shadow vibrates threatening.
Your voice I cannot hear,
but I can see your breath
on the glass wall that keeps us apart.

You crucify me
every evening,
but you resurrect me
at dawn.

You pass me by
a cavalry ready for battle
and your return to me
with flowers in your hair.

You tease me,
but you are so cold.
My everlasting torturer;
my eternal solace.

You live where
the soul touches the heart,
logic the feelings,
the pain the pleasure.

Forever an observer,
forever the actor,
forever you…

Non-dimensional, abysmal space
that connects the movement with stillness,
the smile with the tear,
love with Love.