Day and Night
Dear beautiful woman
Whose hand weaves the finest linen
That all praise sings to.
How would you weave my heart
If I let you to it?
Will you?
For raw it is I swear,
Like a seed of a newborn bull.
If you be water,
And I a feather
Can I trust you to lead me
And let me float on you
Like a voice that rides air
Into ears far,
Will you carry me
Will I not drown.
Will you be day and I be night
And we kiss all midnights
Whilst we take turns
To name or end day
And live to be known by mankind
As Day and Night
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