For Stephen Hawking
A mind like yours cannot just go out like a light,
Cannot be switched off like a machine,
Nor disappear into the nothing.
The dark is not what we are afraid of,
It’s the emptiness.
And once we realise the void doesn’t exist
We can live forever,
Travellers between stars and vacuums,
No longer in need of body or breath,
Like you now, exploring the reality of your theories.