Between two worlds
of this life and the next
at the cusp of light and dark, black and white
In the gleam of of the morning sunrise
and the inky darkness of the night
when you are no longer here
as if the moon had turned her face from me

Between two worlds
weighing the sins of yesterday whilst
flying a kite high of hopes and dreams of tomorrow
Between two worlds
the emptiness of solitude and the intimacy of loving
both states found within each other
we stand, we fall, we live, we die
caught between a delicious torment
caught between two worlds