Night Without End

Does the night have an end?
Will dawn break upon me at last?
My face has seen only the moon,
Reflected light of the promised day.

Every time I see promise of dawn,
Rays looked for beyond the horizon,
She fades once more into dusk
And daylight escapes my eyes.

Surely, the dawn must approach!
Now, I say, I am certain of it!
Or have my eyes only adjusted
To dimness, to lack of sun’s light?

How can I even know the sun?
Perhaps this is daybreak after all
And I am only incapable of seeing
Through eyes maladjusted to light.

Or do I hold out in waning hope
For a gift I would not recognize
Were I ever to be blessed with it?
The night lends itself not to hope.