You are the day and I am the night.
When I'm mid-Fall, you give me a Spring.
In the eye of the storm to your rock I do cling.
So cold in the dark 'til I bask in your light.
I would be so lost without you,
Like a bird in flight with no navigation,
Or a loving caress without any sensation,
Man without breath, face turning blue.
I was in the shadows when you found me,
Reached into the pit and pulled me out,
My flood of tears turned into a drought,
My misery to its prior glee.
The sun and moon are not meant to share the sky.
But I'm so grateful that they do.