They say that you are the light,
the brilliance at daybreak.
Your luster cloaks the cloudless sky,
wherever, whenever,
to the places you go,
the people you meet, and
lingers.
They say that you are the star,
the Northern light at dusk.
Your heat illuminates the ethereal night,
whenever, wherever,
to the places you leave,
the people you left, and
blazes.
They say that I am the dark,
the eclipse at noon.
My shadow haunts the distant sky,
whenever, wherever,
to the places I pass,
the people I see, and
lurks.
They say that I am the void,
the rift at dawn.
My iniquity spoils the starry night,
wherever, whenever,
to the places I stay,
the people I touch, and
mars.
They say that you are the light and I am the dark.
You are the light, my
light, and
I know that I am the dark.
But please let my darkness seep through your light,
to paint your backdrop,
even if we may never intertwine,
because
what is the dark without the light, or the light without dark.