Holy is this night

			Of the soft illumine -
			Colour lost,
			But colour not missed -
			It will return.

			Gazing around -
			Land consumed by shadow,
			But the rest
			Left with such gentle light -
			It warms my soul with its beauty -
			A beauty not made by man,
			A beauty not attainable by man -
			He cannot build this.

			Dead night -
			So easy to imagine
			The absence of all others.
			Such peace.
			No conflict between souls -
			Only a quiet bliss.
			Or, at least,
			That is what it seems,
			And that is how I shall think of it:

			Of the soft illumine -
			Colour lost,
			But colour not missed -
			It will return.