all in a golden afternoon

under the skies of cloudless blue,

i search that azure for the moon,

hoping it shows before its due

when day and night meet like a rhyme,

the lunar white and solar bright,

their faces shown at the same time

and bathing me in stellar light

i crave the simultaneous,

the line between the day and eve;

i crave between the noon and dusk,

i crave the visions it brings me.