Night captures a darkness ink black, when sound <br />Takes from stillness tangibility. Emerging <br />Now beautiful gem-stars, which bring a rounded <br />Diamond brightness to night-time, and surging <br />Toward me, as prostrate I lie, they embrace <br />My soul. I pluck them, and thick velvet black <br />Becomes holed. I fall up into space <br />As they race to my eye, then I lose track <br />Of duality. One with the cosmos <br />I am flying. With such beauty pain is lost.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/comfort-of-stillness/
