Touch the dark,
Let it wash over your hands,
Feel its icy breath on your skin,
And leave a shining dew,
Listen as the night trickles through your fingers,
As gentle drops of midnight fall from your hands,
Catching the light of a billion stars in its surface,
Ripples of the breeze pass across the ebony,
Stirring waves to sing,
And softly fill up the silent hours.