Conceding.
An ink-toned ebony night captures
sound and takes from stillness quiet rapture.
Emerging now sparkling gem-stars
lend diamond brightness to penetrate dark.
And surging toward me while I lie
powerless that shine embraces my mind.
Consciously losing track of time, way
past heaven\'s far height I fall up into space.
I taste one nova then thick black
velvet becomes holed as I digest the galaxy.
Grief could not console me but his
star holds secrets which assure future bliss.
One with the cosmos I can now stop
as conceding to mystery fear has been lost.