|| painting the sky ||

she painted the night

and i painted the day

never once did we talk

or look eye to eye

so intent were we on our work

and too full of pride 

but sometimes,

when the day trickled into night,

and the night into day

we would stand

side by side

hands clasped tight

as the day 

bled into the night

xx 

sometimes the world is really truly beautiful.