Brilliant rays no longer
The night has devoured all color
No moon to remind one of Sol
Only muted ambient blues and purples
Stars spy us as a star from afar
Crickets song battles silence
Most fall off to fantastic inner visions
While seemingly I alone
Watch from a window the monochromatic
So much like the mind I find
When in the deeps of depression
The sun will come
I know, but no colors with it
Unless I force my eyes to see them.