where did all the colours go?

The beam of light had slowly disappeared from her eyes
And everything she saw became black and white.
In a world that transpired into grey and cold loneliness,
She scraped the dirt off stones to find some colour.
There was a memory of it hidden in the back of her mind
A distant recollection of emotions that were less depressing.
She looked at the pale moon hung in the night sky;
A monochrome scenery made up of hope and dreams.
Forgotten nightmares were unable to frighten her
And so, she moved on, inviting new hues into her life.