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.
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/comfort-of-stillness/
