Immortal Night

an inkling fills me to my capacity
yet my capacity is one of a million
and my occurrence one of infinity
in a boundless universe

wonderland breathes in the light of a lifeless lamp
drained by a broken reality
the infidelity of shadow
birthing the blade of endless dreams

a sweet silver line: condemned, contemplating
commiserating the blessed
bleeding faith from frail time
you are an uttering

i am your confession, and you are my reason
yet no words avail your glory, or bewray
you are the saviour of believers
the destroyer of heathens

you are today, yesterday and someday
o joyous creator, o immortal night!

let the stars part, and the moon shine ever bright!
let all the winds shout and revel; let the clouds cry in velvet!

i earn the right to unveil — the nightingale!