Married to the chaos, 
 nights of secrets and regret, 
 dreams of mazes within gardens, 
 noise and clamor ringing, crashing, burning — 

How do we wake from years of torpor? 
Where do go to find ourselves? 

We must bathe in the prism of a new sunrise, 
 remembering our missteps and our sorrows, 
 for these 


 provide the colors