When I read the poem The Old Astronomer to His Pupil, two lines stuck out the most:
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night.
Those lines are the basis of this tone poem. Heaven at Night is a piece centered on the idea of acceptance toward the unknown- the ability to not be afraid of what comes next. Past the darkness of death there is Heaven and at night it is at its most beautiful.
Dedicated to Ann Wilson, a friend, a brother, and a soul that has helped me out of most of my fears.
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