Night captures a darkness ink black,
when sound
takes from stillness tangibility.

Emerging now beautiful gem-stars,
which bring
a rounded diamond brightness to night-time.

And, surging toward me as prostrate I lie,
they embrace my soul.

I pluck them, and thick velvet black
becomes holed.

I fall up into space as they race to my eye,
then I lose track of duality.

One with the cosmos, I am flying.

With such beauty pain is lost.