As I looked at the beautiful sky,
The Lord of the Dark uncovered his hood;
and all was swallowed by black-
yet, gazing there, for long I stood.
The horizon faded away,
in the darkness it seemed to melt;
I could see nothing but vast black,
and yet wonderment was all I felt.
For I had been told by old and wise
that dark's what drains the joy away;
but the starless sky not empty stood-
it gave my soft, mild thoughts a way.
-The Golden Bird
23rd Sept 2016