Nycteris Sees the Sun

If I have only seen night
Can I imagine the day?

If the Moon is more real than my lamp
Then how much more shall be the Sun?

If what I knew were shadows
Reflection within reflection
Then I am lamp and Moon and Sun
Waiting for what is real

I will abandon my cave
And trade dancing shadows for light

For this, I will spend myself
And if I burn, I’ll burn