A man named Jacob

The sky always seemed golden
in the seconds before it was black...
Yet in a few moments,
my eyes would readjust to the darkness,
Luring me to gaze at thousands of different lights...
Although they were white,
They were made of Gold,
And after being in that darkness,
And seeing that clear light,
I succumbed to the twilight,
And lived each new day walking 
in the shoes of a blind child...