A neon script emblazoned on the skyline

And the bassline from the car radio

Reverberates

Throbbing like the tremor of a long-bow string

After the arrow is loosed.

God is starry-eyed in the heavens

Tonight, and the streets down here are paved with gold

Light gilded – a Byzantine mosaic

Our city, bejewelled, wears a halo.

Driving through the night (through a pageant)

We are silent

We are blessed

We are wonders in a world

Of precious detail-work, of graven

Images: richly-inlaid mysteries

From the radio the bass emanates and

Envelops

A textured mantle, dark

And warm as blood