There was never a beginning,
There will never be an end;
In all we do we’re singing
And trying to pretend.
Can you imagine a little ball of light,
Moving through nothing,
Shining beautifully?
The little ball of light has a secret.
The little ball of light is everything,
But does not know it is everything.
After time, the little ball of light came to a mirror, an edge, an end to nothing.
The little ball of light saw itself;
It saw everything.
It found itself in everything.
The little ball of light touched the mirror.
It touched itself;
It felt good.
The mirror shattered into an infinite number of pieces creating everything.
Between everything and nothing an end is created.
© 2017 Chris Shepherd
Chris Shepherd
Chris Shepherd is new to the wider writing community in Thanet, writing songs, poems and short stories.
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I’ve just come back to read this again. I love it.
like this one a lot.