Up Into Space.

Night captures a darkness ink black,
when sound
takes from stillness tangibility.

Emerging now beautiful gem-stars,
which bring
a rounded diamond brightness to night-time.

And, surging toward me as prostrate I lie,
they embrace my soul.

I pluck them, and thick velvet black
becomes holed.

I fall up into space as they race to my eye,
then I lose track of duality.

One with the cosmos, I am flying.

With such beauty pain is lost.

Raj Arumugam
Indeed such beauty transforms...a marvelous poem, Fay

mistycalpoet
Elegantly penned as always Fay.. the greatest treasures are those invisible to the eye but found by the heart...

Lynda Robson
Vivid, and beautiful Fay, xx

Karin Anderson
Amazing Fay and sumptous images captured me with especially "I pluck them, and thick velvet black becomes holed" The loss of pain and joy of flying one wih the cosmos sheer bliss for me"

carol
noone can hurt when flying

RAJ NANDY
A picture perfect scene with your poetic lines ! -Raj

Ency Bearis
Fantastic ! Such a persuasive poem.

Sandra Martyres
One with the cosmos, I am flying. With such beauty pain is lost Wow Fay, a very imaginative write....beautifully scripted

David Taylor
Enjoyed this very much Fay, the last line is a real gem..