Let the souls come in
like a weary whisper of wind
on a raged weather.
There is enough void in the room
to fill or to feel
even a cumulus cloud could not crowd.
But tell them there’s no light here.
Light travels too fast
all we can huddle are sounds.
Feel free to compose vibrations
but don’t bother to create light.
Free drinks to water your damp souls
I heard some souls were cracking dry.
It’s an open house tonight
But tell them, rigidly
Their shadows are not welcome
there’s not enough void.