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.
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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. 
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Dedicated to Ann Wilson, a friend, a brother, and a soul that has helped me out of most of my fears.