Found

Sparkling, Beautiful, Luminous!
The grey morphs into white gold,
The clouds are puffs of cotton,
The rain, a glistening film on the road.

The cars purr as they pass,
The birds sweetly hum a song.
Right now, I’m in this moment
How can anything be wrong?

I am a secret garden
With gates now open wide
The woman in the lighthouse
My one and only guide.

Following the light above
The darkness helped me to see
And now at last here I am,
It’s nice to meet you, me.