I have seen the night and know it to be a dark masterpiece,
of the otherwise vivid picture of day.
I have seen the night and know it to be a tapestry of our entwined bodies,
which the day casts into stark realism.

I have heard the night and know it to be an echo, a drifting rendition,
of the songs the day will bellow.
I have heard the night and know it to be a whispering waltz,
which the stumbling cacophony of day interrupts.

I have breathed the night and know it to be an elixir, a potion, a perfume,
of the otherwise sharp bouquet of day .
I have breathed the night and know it to be the air between the stars,
that in the day, so abruptly dissipates.

I have tasted the night and know it to be bittersweet and tempting,
where the day is astringent and crackling.
I have tasted the night and know it to be an earthly delight,
which the day renders weightless and clean.

I have dreamt of the night and know it to be a carousel of wonder, a pirouette of fear,
that the day stamps out with its drumbeat of hours.
I have dreamt of the night, and know it to be a mirage, to the divine reality,
of waking in the day,
next to you.