the jewel case

spread of lights below like jewels silver gold
give off a warmth that cannot here be real
the hope and happiness they make one feel
is of a form that's large and uncontrolled
one feels as if one's seen out and unrolled
not normal evidence of the tellurian wheel
but magical expression of the platonic ideal
beauty perfected and fresh from the mould
strings of precious emanations in the night
seen from the high perspective of a bird
transmuted reality the exaltation of power
and all to produce this most noble sight
allow me to express it in a single word
although exhausted and at a late hour