the difference

the difference between day and night

can be as striking as oil and water

the ocean and the sky

the trees and the earth

red and blue

the cover of a book and the pages of a book

but there will always be a little bit of day in the night time

in the porch lights on the small little houses

in the city lights that twinkle and turn

in the stars that blink

and the planets that turn in the distance

the night will always insist on being present in the day as well

in the dark alleys

underneath the stairwells

in the eyes of a soul who will never be happy

in the shadow of the tall, tall buildings

they will always mix and swirl together though

in the dawn and the dusk

where the sky meets the ocean

where my heart meets yours