In the dark of night,
waiting for the dawning of the days early light,
watching eagerly for those first bright rays,
to bring forth light to the world,
how I miss the Day when Night falls,
her light extinguished for the eve,
as the Moon rides the skies.
Anticipation like that of a child
on Christmas Eve seeps into my bones,
as I seek that which is elusive.
The birth of light at this
the darkest time of night.
Like a child afraid of the dark
I seek the light.
Like a moth to the flame,
Knowing it will burn,
still I run to that brightness.
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