How High, How Low Is Our Inner Glow

How high, how low is our inner glow? How long will imagination swirl around before finding that unique mind in which lives a stunning vision long pursued, never realized? Which are the true colors of flowers of an emblazed sunset... when the spectacle delights? Is the peaceful spirit immersed in contemplation rather than prayer? Are the fading gleams a sadness never felt so profoundly? How high, how low is our inner glow? How desperate we become when we grope for uncertainty... considering its outcome with decreased probability? How captured are we by those vivid colors before they quickly vanish into the vastness of space?