You will need some more time

A permanent lie
we call firmament, or sky.
Stalking its bounty, everlasting luxuriance
it falls in love
with the earth
woos, plays uxorious
obliges her with light
from the stars
to hide his ‘nothing’ scar
but alas, remains peripheral;
desperate, joins hands with
the trickster horizon
liars are never allowed inside
the stage
beating, breeding life
moment by moment.

How horrible is this perception
a selective oversight?
Way of looking at the truth
when did it hold away
the color of its presence
or conceal its being
in the nothingness
both
equally open pages
in all fairness
completing the whole.

Free from phony image
‘nothing’ hangs above
stars in it adorn day and night
luminous, light
embracing his darling
from its corners
she, in her turn
responds, bubbles
the lovers, not taciturn
gifting clouds and rains
till their sublime lust
lasts without ends
partners, in presence
with patience
making love
in their passionate zone.

Wait.
You’ll need some more time
for making them, your own.