Ancient sage on the mountain top
Holds it captive,
A star in his lantern,
Intended to illuminate
The night wherein I am trapped.

I desire
To look to the sun,
But for now it renders me blind,
And even as I long
For its brightness,
I find I must close my eyes.

Much easier now
To feel you than see you,
Let your warmth bathe my face,
Wrap its arms about me,
Fill this dark vessel.

Within the light
My inert form waits
For your healing.