The night in flower, a carousel spin
around a view of eternity.
Ancient stars seem to dance
to a song played softly in my heart.
Puny man with music of the spheres within;
imagination creates itself,
a spark drawn from Infinity.
Such a flimsy mantle
for the greatness inside all
To stand and see beyond sight and sense
and reach into unveiled imaginings.
‘Neath the flowering night
I stand at the petal’s edge
And reason a world long gone
Or yet to be
Such a delicate filament
for an inspired flame
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