They were born in the same sky,
but they separated as Day and Night
by a colourful streak of Twilight
joining and separating white and black.
Day took the sun, life and the heat of reality,
pushing behind its heart for the night.
Night took the moon, sleep and the rain of dreams,
keeping apart its life for the day.
There were births and rebirths,
the smile of togetherness
and the pain of separation
that haunted them from time immemorial.
God divided for them, the flaura-
beauty for Day
and scent for Night.
But they kept theirs afresh
to pass the twilight
to reach the other.
Day played hide and seek
in the dreams of Night.
And Night was wished for
in the heat of Day.
They never met,
never were they born to meet.
But even then,
Day slept in the night
and Night slept in the day.