“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.”