The Winds of Wonder

In praise of the night

Should you walk deep into the true night you would see

A shadow wearing a pearl necklace of wonders;

In the bleak and dismal soil of mortality

There is a splendour sprouting out surprises;

Ashen grains of falsehood it might get from death,

But it is death who now causes furthering gains;

A silent but enduring will blazes unceasingly,

For the secrecies of the spirit to smile.

11 January 2025