The Nothings

I see myself seated on wheaty sand in an endless land,
Staring at 'the nothing' in front of me.
I put my hands out and yes it is there.
I can feel it just right there, strong and meaningful.
It is moulded well, though a little etchy here and there
And then smoothed again.

I wonder what it looks like.
I dont get a glimpse from anywhere i stand.
May be i need someone on the other side to make it visible.
It is when you stand on either sides
You give it a background and solidness.

That is when relationships take shape
And look real in the eyes,
But only to the beholders.
To others its still 'the nothing'.

But 'the nothing',
If you can feel it,
Is there,
Just for you.