There is a space

Cold and stony and infinitely serene

Up in the mountains

A place of peace

Of silence and thought

And eternity.

 

There is a space

Where nothing is alive

Twisted trees and long-brown vines

Flower petals like dead leaves 

Stones colder than ice

Jut up from the stony hard ground

Marking the home

Of what is no more.

 

There is a space

Though filled with many things

It is filled with emptiness

More than anything else

Only emptiness and serenity

Hidden in the mountains

There exists a space.