Night and Day
I'm caught on the edge, I've always straddled night and day. I was born into this place. No matter how beautiful the sunlight is upon the waves or the dappling of light through the leaves of a summer tree, I can't seem to tear myself away from the night. The moon's glow reflects the sun's light but even then the cold calm, waxing and waning in his journey across the sky holds me. Not the hold of the sun whom I need for life, whom I dream about even in the eve. No, it is as if I am basking in the moons light in order to give the moon something to bask upon. Yet it is only in the sun's reflection that I love the moon, that I can feel his embrace upon my heart. What do I owe to the night? When can I pay my debt to courageously push on into the light?