“I open my arms to gather splendor,
to bring paradise to my heart,
with windows of light,
where stars will enter to wipe the dark,
and a galaxy will set foot in my soul.

I drink the dew of night, to be wild at heart, and sense the madness of midnight moments. With a drunken self,
I am out in the dark,
searching for the lamp in my soul.
I turn not weary with the dark,
but luminous, every moment.”