Light sees through the void.
Darkness sees it too.
They stand far apart,
watching each other,
but cannot speak.
Sound needs a place to travel.
The void gives it none.
So silence grows
between good and bad,
between you and me.
Wars crossed the earth.
Nuclear fire touched the stars.
Magnets pulled without hands.
Glass carried light,
but held no voice.
God stood in the light.
Demons waited in the dark.
Between them was nothing—
or perhaps something
we could not see.
Still, a heart can hear
what ears cannot.
A tear can speak.
A prayer can travel.
Love can cross a void.
Maybe the void is not empty.
Maybe it hides a medium—
a field, a breath, a soul,
something greater than space,
something we call God.
Perhaps the void is not empty.
Perhaps it is another dimension,
where light becomes a language,
and silence becomes a bridge—
where something beyond God and demons listens.
P.S. Light, darkness, god, demon, silence, void & medium — all bound by the unseen medium.
