The Sun’s gleam
And its light
Trickles like a stream
Into my eyes.

For a moment
They are blinded
In bewilderment
Of the luminescence.

But is it not dark
When one can’t see?
A contrast quite stark
To the current case.

The dazzle of it all
Is spellbinding.
My problems seem small
In its glare.

To this exhilaration
I am drawn.
Yet the sensation
Is in a wink, gone.

So are its memories
As they are minute.
Though in my dreams
They will return.