Poem Inspired from Seeing Crystal's Event Horizon:
Drop over the edge, there's nothing below.
It's so very quiet to fall down the hole.
And yet there's a push, a subtle restraint,
A feeling this may be part of my soul.
Down, down, drawn to a singular spot,
Where colors swirl and patterns whirl
Around in a minimal space.
Drop down in the middle of somebody's brain.
Maybe the void has a name and refrain.
Maybe the dark isn't all that is there.
Faintly, orange wisp-lets mold the terrain.
Down, down into nothing at all.
See how the art speaks from the heart
And it all has a place.
In the bright-lit sky are trailings of string.
Stark contrails left when fingers un-cling,
That weave, shape, and paint in impossible truths,
To share in the hope, the quest, and the dream.
Down, down, through canvas and time
To hope in the end good intentions are sent
Where something pleasant waits.