something for the dreamers

we must not look for
what is
but for what is not
only when we find nothing
are we able to create

something for the dreamers
artists and
the lonely
the truly religious
and others gone mad
with the divine

who's eyes shine
not like
but one
with the sun

gleaming

watered with mist
of heavy
tranquil lids

fingers taut
propelled thru darkness

setting sparks
where there
were none