Dawn

Dark the night,
And darker still the skies.
Above, no moon emits its light.
No star in the heavens shines.

Alone against the Dark
I stand, alone against the cold.
No owls hoot, no dogs bark,
I stand as if made of stone.

Night's darkest hour, yet nigh the dawn,
The sun starts its journey, while
The nightingale breaks into song.
Listening, I slowly smile.

Though the night be cold, seeming infinitely long,
It's always darkest just before the dawn.