I close my eyes to black velvet
there is no star in sight
but still my soul spins a dream
for this is only night
this is not the endless void
that beckons me in death
there are some things I cannot know
as long as there is breath
and once I find that silent rest
there'll be no poetry
or none that I may send your way
from my infinity
so read these lines but trust I find
one star to light my way
or listen to the wind at night
where my cold ashes stray
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