A different kind of looking glass...

An instant flipped the world
and made it something warm and new
though frightening, it turned the skies from blue
to the orange of you
Now uninspiration is inspiring, too
Everything around is caught
in this labyrinth of thought
and nothing now can be for naught
O, but a dream that life enchants?
O, but a wish that Spirit grants?
How am I to find the way
when you are the night, yet you are the day?