Refuge

When will I see

The golden light of dawn?

When will I feel

The warmth of

The burning sun?

When will I depart

From the chill of

The shining moon?

I am tired of

The grim embrace

Of the darkness.

But, I can do nothing.

Still, I shall dwell in the shadows.

Facing the east.

Eyes on the horizon,

Waiting patiently for a sign of light.