morning star

In darkness sweet I find myself tonight,
The stars light up my way. If I can tame
The voice within, I may, perhaps, my sight
Regain. And yet, if truth be told, the name
To which my fear has claim is none but "DAWN."
For what great light would rise to shine above
A moon and stars so kind that paint the lawn
On which my undisclosed desires do love
To play? The peaks are lit, and glory shines
Upon the vale of hopes my heart holds dear.
It creeps, encroach's, the moonlight dies - a line
In sand, the sun too bright on eyes too near.
This all is true, the moon controls my heart,
But still I watch the sun and day's new start.