The fog and the moon

The Night is slowly lingering on as well as the fog on the fields,
But yet there is not a change in the wind, nor is there a sign from the past,
And still I sit at the same spot as always. I'm just wondering, when will it change to the better?
I won't make it a day more nor will i find what I'm been looking for all these years.
I only wanna find redemption in what I do and find the sanctuary of hope and dreams.
Will there ever be a sunset when I feel at ease? And will there ever be a full moon where i can se the truth
And will there ever be a shooting star were I don't need to wish for something?
Well that is something only time can tell, but until then I will only rise when the moon is full and the fog dances over the fields.