Lights in ever-blooming, deep, dark indigo.
This city never truly sleeps at all.
Oh, to find a place, where space
still opens out into the stars and galaxies.

Where vastness becomes image,
even as we take it into us,
within these ever-altering eyes,
that change with each experience.

Distance is suspended then,
as night descends without an altercation
into all the places that we seldom
choose to feel - too close, too real.

Pain, at first enhanced, but then
its dissipation into ancient deities,
as stardust bleeds another tear
from eye to cheek.

Ah, the feel of peaceful night
sublime...

? Michaelette ?