To that which I held for an instant.

 As in a dream
 I caught a wild and perilous thing,
 blue and sweet and teasing like spring wind.
 It seized me, and I it
 - for an instant –
 and for an instant there was music in discord
 and galaxies in a grain of sand
 and reason in all the filigree rhymes of my mind.
 
 Then it was gone.
 Leaving ashes in my hands.

 The night rends,
 Its wounds are clear as dawn.