Beyond the Prison of Mirrors

Night.
Ascent.
Lights of the city.
Memories:
of funereal processions of once beloved saints,
and conflagrations, of riotous arson,
spreading hatred's poison fire.
The stars, far away, faint dots in the black sky.

Day.
Descent.
The needle of eternal knowledge
poised on the still waters of the ocean of sacrifice,
ringed by the pearls of devotion and service.
The light of the city dispells the noon of despair.
Streets, paved with jewels of wisdom, beckoning the children,
to come, and build tomorrow's citadel of peace.

From great killings partitioning the soul
to joint celebrations for union of hearts:
now is the city truly lit.
The light of the city
glows
with an infinitude of starlight...
a symphony of illumination.