There’s a cavern in my heart
Carved out by the biting knife of lost loves
Splintered futures
Echoes of nights falling asleep beside him
Sheets and legs tangled in hope and contentment
Those warm moments now fading, ever so slowly
Slinking into the deep corners of my skull
Lost in the company of frozen shadows
Yet . . .
I breathe, slowly, inside this vast emptiness
The burden of forging hope
Now held tightly in my weary hands
The crack of a hammer against stony walls
Deafens the cold surrounding me
As loud sparks illuminate meaningful experiences forgot:
Watching the moon burn a white crater into the night sky
Swimming in the roar and ferocity of a live concert
A hug from a close friend
These images painted on rocky, damp surfaces like pictographs
Flash out of the darkness with each crack of the hammer
The sealed entrance now a pile of inert and fractured rocks
Faint whispers float on the shoulders of air anew
Beckoning me
Into the blinding sun, or
Into a blinding storm, or
Into a blinding, moonless night
My bare, cracked feet stumble over shattered stones
Carrying me forward
I find myself under a boundless canopy of timeless stars
Looking up into the depths of black infinity with a faint smile
I breathe, slowly, inside this vast emptiness
© Mike Yost
[ hidden void photography ] 