My tears fell to a stained-glass window, I felt the warmth of the sun breaking through.  A rainbow formed, a prism through my tears. Shall I find gold at last in the ends of the rainbow? My darkest hours lifting to the heights of a bright new day. 

I cannot sleep, for it is my dreams that keep me awake.  As a lion waiting for its prey, I must keep poised lest opportunity slip away.  I hear though, that there is nothing new under the sun. But my mind keeps searching, surely there must be one. Or how can my fortunes be made, if there is nothing new to offer? 

My tears fall once again to the stained-glass window, darkness of the night and no rainbows to glisten.  Though tired, I may never sleep, even till the end of time.  Rainbows will form again and I will still search once more for life's elusive pot of gold.