Half-awake, I breathe in the night.
In the murky mind-sky, there are movements.
Jewel-hued by shades of un-named colors, countless stars appear and dance.
We're all flying now, passing through -- a gateway of fire, a ring of golden light.
Nightingale, I must be moon-dazzled.
They say that Leonard Cohen passed away yesterday.
Fare thee well, nightingale.