The silence within dares to dream.
My beauty is spent.
Nothing is me.
I grasp at nothing to find my hands full.
A bottomless moon shall no longer due.
I walk on clouds with linings of black.
I turn around, but can't go back.
Spirit is ether and to her I return.
Walking softly in the garden; I yearn.
Swirling colors of silver and gold,
Surround my essence and capture my soul.

A.J. McKinley

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nothing-is-me/