Void's Embrace

A dream of naught, a silent sea, Where wants and wishes cease to be. No hunger pangs, no thirst's demand, A soul adrift in barren land.

No yearning heart, no aching mind, Just peace profound of every kind. A cosmic sleep, a tranquil art, Detached from world, a distant part.

Yet, in this void, a question stirs, Is emptiness where solace occurs? Or does the soul, in absence deep, A longing echo, faintly keep?

For in the void, might not reside, A seed of hope, where dreams abide? Perhaps to need is life's true art, To feel desire, to mend the heart.