As I was sitting in a chair
I blinked and found ‘I’ wasn’t there
the thought that there had been a ‘me’
dissolved into eternity

A star shone from a jet black sky,
held in its hands what once was ‘I’
yet I was everything that night -
the star, the sky, the source of light

The sound was silence, movement still
there was no purpose, choice or will
‘though for a while life played as ‘me’
it's all Love’s boundless energy

The story died and with it time
but in between these lines of rhyme
I am the lack of time and space
behind the thing I call my face.

© Lizzie Leigh

Originally titled ‘Liz’s Story’ in ‘Simply This’ (pub. 2005, edited 2024)