It is the space
between the stars
where  moonlight fails to graze
where violet memories fall
into place.

It is the chorus of a dying sun
and every angels tear.
It is chaos
locked in a nutshell
It is purity we hear.

All the others may have heard
divines whisper fierce
but t you they have sung this song
and to us, you have released.

Triumph! Tumble! Turgid now!
this monument to peace
for  light
has en-flamed us both
with beauty  not to cease.