You will dream--this night--and wade
into living rivers; wide eyes will wonder
at falling stars upon the night's breath.
The hum of pain will pass.
Mortal claims will pass--this night--and fade
into the stark abyss; new eyes will open
to falling rain upon the morning's lips.
This life is a new beauty.
You will fly tonight with wings spread
wide as the sky: angels will marvel
as you imbue their home with luster;
towards the light, you must soar.
