He was bright as day, sharp as iron
a force of nature
a fire in June.
She was black as the night
mysterious
full of secrets and December snow
Day found Night where the sun and moon collide
And both found shelter in the other's difference.
He saw constellations where others saw scattered stars,
a gentle reminder that even shadows deserve to feel
and silence has something to say.
She saw nurture when others saw power and might,
read between the lines when a flow of spoken words
never communicated enough.
Night tried to brighten the moon
thinking it could illuminate her darkness.
But the change brought fierce tides
and gravity began to shift
She was forced to give up and remain.
Then Day tried to cool down the sun
hoping for the inky depth he had found
but plants began to wither
and icicles grew in their place.
He realized he was the source of life for too many
to retreat into solitude.
Each yearned for the comfort the other could provide,
but in time it seemed that opposites can only attract
they cannot become one.
But love has a way of building bridges
connecting the lonely
warming cold hearts
and soothing burning souls.
Love settles even the most violent of waves
and commands new life to grow
from withered death.
The opposites found that they were
two halves of a whole.
two sides of a story
two hearts meant to be
Ebony and Ivory
Dark and Light
Night and Day
What is one without the other?
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