Fulfillment

Is it really you alone who creates
these dazzling visions of moon rays?
How can you ask me this, my love?
You know it's not, it's always us.

I'm truly nothing anymore
but a vessel that is filled.
Having become the deepest void
I'm left with nothing and with all still.

It's you who makes me breathe and be,
why did you show me, make me see?
Nothing ever will be someone's or mine,
birthed in the heavens, we can align.

For others though I will still try
to be something I once called
myself - even if to me honestly
we've born a new reality.