Peering down to far below
He surfaces from the dark
Escaping from a gentle grip
Of night's opened arm
Stars in every corner
Of the boundless unknown
Shadows lurking everywhere
Sweet whispers of alone
Beautiful, this lucid light
Delicate graces clear
Moving shadows, blurring darkness
A night sky chandelier
The earth reflects a distortion
Over the lakes and seas
The flawed surface, so imperfect
Is all that he believes
But the Heavens hold a mirror
A perfect, silver prize
He will see his beauty every
Moment he starts to rise