In the night within your eyes

Where blackness tells no lie

A hand was seen to fall

As it reached up for the sky.



All fingers had a ring

And each with nine stones set

Around. a halo shone

where truth and beauty met.



The first ring made of clay

Is old and cracked and worn

The stones are loose and rattle

Like a window in a storm.



The next ring of fire

That ticks around each gem

The centre glows with molten gold

That dies and lives again.



The third ring's watery flow

Is deep and clear and green

Jewels like sunny islands

Reflecting in a stream.



The fourth rings with the wind

As Chinese bells are blow

All nine stones in orbit spin

Destiny unknown.



In the night within your eyes

Where blackness tells no lie

A hand was seen to soar

As it tell down from the sky.