When next you see sky night, See black by miles covetted, Those bold iris' beau behold you, Then Earth becomes but a bright dust, Enjoined by a sea of light, falling within, Flux. As sobering tale would crease, Clad in those robes She observes night, In her, night is the default light; From such a fold, any moment and idea is light. Each iris reflects one world, ere another refracts. So, now I ask: what ideas have you this night?