Eternal interlinkage

Standing Still

Sometimes I find myself simply standing

A witness to life's grand, trembling canvas,

Suspended between wonder and wonder's shadow.

I see beyond the ordinary:

Day is not just light,

But a woman with long, luminous braids

Woven from golden rays,

Soft yet fierce, dancing across horizons.

Night is not mere darkness,

But a man...

Solid ground personified,

A temple of strength seemingly unyielding,

Whose exterior whispers of granite

But whose interior—

If you could crack him open—

Is soft as morning's first breath.

Their dance is eternal.

Interconnected.

Impossible without each other.

She leans into his strength,

He rests upon her softness.

Day cannot exist without Night's steady embrace,

Night cannot breathe without Day's radiant touch.

When sunrise bleeds into sunset,

When shadows merge with light,

It is not a transition.

It is a lovers' intimate conversation,

A celestial pas de deux.

Most see mechanics.

I see poetry.

Most observe a cycle.

I witness a romance written across sky.

Perhaps it is foolish.

Perhaps it is profound.

But for now—

They will dance.

Eternally.

For me.