A dusky horizon

The setting sun lingered just a while

to catch a glimpse of the rising moon

And the moon she waited at the edge of her threshold 

for the clouds to unveil the rising sun

Each in their place....each majestic.....

One gentle silver, the other, blazing gold

One the harbinger of calm and rest

The other a beacon of revived strength

Never do they meet yet what greater complimenting

Of two extreme opposites that merge as one..

Day into night and night into day

As each melts into the same loving horizon ....