Something I read

The world is a vascular shape of hues of blinking lights and beams in the twilight.
A pale moon shines upon the darkest blue;
A light that is soothing to my sight.
I stand amidst this brilliancy
Staring at hues of shadows and shapes,
Indescribable familiarity from my heart
A comforting feeling emanates.

I gaze at my distorted reflection,
on a raindrop polished by the bright sun.
Colors radiate by the millions,
Revealing to me how a perfect day is done.

-Shakespeare