The Strangest of Years

The blackness of all
Is whiter as naught
And from this union
Comes the plenty of light
An immortal ray
Through infinite night
Suddenly dies
To kindle a colour

And it is beautiful, strange and beautiful

You went through the night to fathom the dark
And to refract the light with your ultimate knowledge
You will be nourished and called by your name
For beauty is truth in this strangest of years

We’ve chosen to drown
In the depths of the dream
To solve one by one
The riddles of space
We close our eyes
To see in the dark
The invisible light
Of the immortal spark

And it is beautiful, strange and beautiful.