We are the blank spaces

An ever encompassing truth,

That death fervently follows life

Hollowed out and urging inward

It disrespects time with ardent faith

This I know, in truth, as inescapable

And bountiful as never ending sorrow

Reclusive, as existential dread insists

We are the ever ending night…lost

In this, we are the blank spaces

We fill a sentence with meaning

Given faith alone, we must thrive

And, touch the skies, as we dream

To see and know, to touch and feel

We pulse with meaning, as time escapes

Sense the moment, and exist within

We are the blank spaces…