Bedazzled

Bright as the streetlight bedazzled my right gaze upon dimensions of dim scattered stars, Dim as they came and sought to attract any interest would arise upon a visionary sight, I included by a dazzling illusion of such a sight by this coming nightfall, so call it, If my eyes were to betray such captivating beauty of a magicians work, my night would be starless and an unfortunate dream, The streetlight tries to blind my other gaze as I'm bedazzled, beneath the dim stars inhaling and exhausted yet exhaling as beauty crosses my yet, Continuously I evade intellectual on a distinct significance for tonight as an illusionist would have