The dazzling in my eyes, doesn’t go away.
Is it in the air, or, is it just the blues?
The myriad of whims has captured me so well.
Oh you, please guide me on what shall I do?
The dazzling shades of light, scatter all the way.
Allied, is the rainbow, so, is the moon.
The darkness seems so frail, amid all the gloss.
I may set out to dream again, or, is it too soon?