Full Moon Rising

It's not a new dawn in my life.
It's more like how the darkness of the twilight fades, and the moon illuminates the night. No new hope to spur me on. But the darkness subsides, driven from me by the pale reflection of the sun. No longer in pitch black darkness, now I can see the path before me again.

But still, it is cold, it is lonely, and I wait for the dawn to come, for the suns rays to touch me again.
It's been too long.

The moon guides me. She is colder than the Sun, she has no warmth to show me. She is obscure, she is not clear. She gives barely enough- but still, enough. Enough to keep me going, enough to make sure I see.

So I press on.