EMPTY
It's a question I ask myself
as I lay here in the dark
there is nobody or nothing
not even a spark
that can fill
this empty heart

like a poem I once read
about an empty bowl
this empty bowl
that could not hold
one drop of rain
in the searching cold

yet I ponder still
just the same..

where did my life go
was it here
once upon a dream
or has it left but only after
once upon it came
will I only forever
miss its laughter

it's a question I ask myself
as two cardinals ...