An ode to emptiness

The sky in which I live
is empty,
filled with nothingness.
the sun does not rise
or set.
The stars do not wait
for the sun to set
to start shinning.
I dip into the emptiness
and take out
whatever I will.
No sooner I do that
it disappears
into nothingness.
the weight of lightness
is less than the swish
of a feather,
darkness and light,
the eternal lovers
live happily in each others
embrace.
Is this real or
just the flight of my fancy?
God knows or may be not,
who cares anyway,
the whole universe
is empty of meaning.
Ganoba in eternal love