What is the word to describe...A Poem by Mikey

In regard to my poetry, a lot of folks ask "Why do you even bother?" or "When will you stop, please?"; "How the hell did you come up with that one?".  It's not easy but rest assured my friends, there is no bottom to my poetry well.  As long as I can, I will follow the muse.

What is the word

what is the word
to describe
that space,
that rests complaint-less
between ecstasy
and delirium;
gap containing stillness
and quiet, and sparkless
emptiness.

Oh, you must know,
its similar to the cobweb in the
corner half in light
half in shadow
in the old homestead.
on a gentle hill,
alone in the crisp snow of a

(A Wyeth)

Pennsylvania winter,
sharp edges of
black and brown
brilliant if that word can be used,
brilliant earth tones and brilliant
darks  to cause a
hitch in our breathing
a gamy nostalgic limp
in our soul's gait
for something cherished
after its gone.

A bit like the unnamed turn
of glee and loss orbiting
 the same center point -
school is out for the summer
the sun only in that spot once
forever
a dynamic within building
building building and no one
teaches us what to do,
no one knows what to do.
The teacher clearing out
the detritus of the term
the handyman's broom
clearing the corners one
last time
they feel it in the quiet
as particles of
sun lit dust hover before them.

If I can find the word and
not just the near misses
but the sense felt together
at once by blood and breath
of wist and depth
If i knew the word, if it is,
I can know what we were,
it was there all along, that
free fall zone
a nostaglic sense of loss for
something that never was
that i saw even
when you were with me
and there is no word for it,
mercifully.

PS I didn't fool around much with punctuation and the like, but will if the editor asks.