As the moon shines I see nothing, No lights, no people, only darkness. I wonder if I have become blind, With eyes wide I stare. I wish for light, but receive only shadows, They tower over me and I fear, Why has this happened? Is this a dream? Nothing has ever terrified me more.
Through quaint eyes appears a figure, Luminous Have I awoken? Or is this still a dream? I become frigid, stiffened with distress.
Alas, the sight becomes clearer, Wider still my eyes unseal, It is magnificent, beautiful, and breath-taking. The sight is you.