Dreaming of light

I open the window and I see the light behind the dark clouds.
Comforting, in its way,
still too far away to light my soul.
Is it just me, or are those clouds there to stay?
Have I seen them move in either way?
I let my gaze drop.
It is somewhat painful to watch what I wanted for so long.
It is somewhat difficult to dream about something that might never be.
Still I do.
Still I believe.
Still I wake up every morning to tell myself that my patience will be rewarded.
Still I go to bed every night feeling empty.
Just to wake up to yet another morning.
Just to open the window to see,
whether those clouds have moved on,
or whether I will spend yet another day, dreaming of light.