Day’s Lover Is Night

Their existence in flux,
meeting only a short while.
Twilight's birth in the crux
of a hundred million miles.
Existing in suspension
no words need be spoken,
no adoration mentioned.
They are both duty bound
to universal invention.
He exists there with she,
in fleeting ecstasy.
Calm and secure.
No ceiling, no floor.
And the circles of time
cease their spinning.