I saw the little ember of light,
It shone at the tip of the mountain,
Slowly pouring itself into the deep darkness of the early hour.
At first, I was petrified of this leisurely approaching light,
For I had been encapsulated
In the dingy darkness for far too long.
But, as it drew closer, a past memory resurfaced from oblivion,
To convince me to face the rays of the growing sun.
It accomplished all that by reminding me of what I had lost to the naive night.
The gleaming light painfully penetrated my dormant body,
Steadily melting the cold out of my weary skin.
The welcome warmth hit my brain like an electric shock,
Soon making me a part of the light, that I had yearned so long for