( Shadows all around you as you surface from the dark, emerging from the gentle grip of night's unfolding arms. Darkness, darkness everywhere, do you feel all alone? The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone. You don't see what you possess, a beauty calm and clear, it floods the sky and blurs the darkness like a chandelier. All the light that you possess is skewed by lakes and seas, the shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe. I will bring a mirror, so silver, so exact, so precise and so pristine, a perfect pane of glass. I will set the mirror up to face the blackened sky; you will see your beauty every moment that you rise )