Bright this night seems, diamonds 
made of dreams. Miracles happen 
daily here, yet some still suffer. 
I catch the gaze the devils gleam 
And smile in pleasure. 
I dance among the nocturne noises 
and other screams of true bliss. 
Kissing sweet stars and watching 
It rain Paradises' tears. 
Some will still summon the gods 
Of dark pleasure and kiss with words 
as dandelions, but I am appeased, for 
now, here in my flat, drinking my 
wine and listening to my jazz.