When the Dawn is Just Near Breaking

But the Darkness Still Consumes

When the dawn is just near breaking, 
But the darkness still consumes, 
Light’s memory is fading, 
As the midnight takes its due. 

There’s a tremor – in the clouds, 
It could be morning’s light. 
But it’s just a windy shroud, 
And so continues night. 
If I could, 
Escape this pain, 
My feet would take up flight. 
But I must, 
Wait for day, 
To gather up my might.