"Winter-night"

For A.

Winter-night holds reign atop the plateau
A realm of stagnation and frozen thought
Years, that turn into years, and slow time
In the great desert of coldening night

It would take the memory of fire to open the shut eye
It would take the shifting of a stilled soul to raise the heat
Something deep down and long old, rising to the fore
Found once again, in the lightless abyss of infinite mind

From a stirring to a rumbling to the rupturing of planets
Light trumpeted forth, from the void, in a parade of wonder and will
The webs of sleep cleared away; the ice burned away
Such that there stood, in golden imperium: Life revived