forlorn sun, so sick
of pining after the moon
refused to rise this morning
and all that was hidden within
shadow danced with delight

oh light! though i wait for your
warm glow to find me
i sit within darkness
hiding from those dangers
that linger just below

when all is night, what heart
can withstand the cold wind
as it blows through consciousness
with dampened hope
that the sun may rise again?