A Woman No one Dreams Of

I haven't an idea
There's nothing of me to write
Ink flows, what? God knows
I haven't the strength it takes
There's nothing I understand

I need a sunny day
Flowers to fill my poems
A woman no one dreams of
Starlight to set the scene
Nothing I need to understand

I haven't an idea
There's nothing for me to write
Ink flows, why? God knows
I haven't the weakness it takes
There's nothing I understand

I write to no one
Finding what I feel
There is no one who could listen
Nothing that I say

As if I think you know
There's nothing that I tell
Believe me for some reason
Here something I can do

What do I have to share
Who do I know to give
Here I find something
Something that I can hear

I write to no one
And I write to all
All those who would listen
The nothing I have to say

We were born and that was only to begin
We became right on out of the other
Little protons that love to be little places of me
As the quarks tightly hold the protons they love to be

Galaxies broken hearts and black holes
The universe is expanding and not colapsing
As you guess it would as you think it should
With dark matters and the universal equation to discuss

We analyze things to this point
Where they lose their reality
Everything becomes possible
Nothing remains done

Fault lies at my feet
I take away everything
Leave them upon one mass
One place to find to stand

Up on top of no reality
I stand and wonder of her passing