morning still awaits

she can see now, but dimly,
like a road lit only by the pale light
of the evening moon.

for a brief, fleeting moment,
she held fire in her arms,
was filled with electric-passion.

she retreated. to safety.  to familiarity.
she retreated to her life that was,
sure that a brilliant morning sun
would reveal what she desired most;
love. 

she can see now, but dimly.
there is no warmth from the moon's radiance.
it is only a shadowy reflection of what morning
could have brought.