Conceding.
An ink-toned ebony night captures
sound and hones from stillness quiet rapture.
Emerging the sparkle of gem-stars
lend diamond brightness to penetrate dark.
And surging toward me while I lie
powerless a God-shine reimburses my mind.
Consciously losing track of time day\'s
deepest laments fade as I fall up into space.
I taste nova\'s signs and while black\'s
velvet becomes holed shall digest the galaxy.
Doubt could not console me but love\'s
hold routs the unknown to pronounce proof.
One with the cosmos my stress ceases
for in conceding to destiny mourning recedes.