Night flies on leather wings
Made of wire and skin, and six gold rings.
And when Day comes wildly chasing clouds,
They shed their pink and purple shrouds.
When light falls through the window eye,
It's clear that not everyone survives the fly.
For though Night flies slow, Night flies swift.
Yet Day soars faster, and the sun it lifts.
Up with the arrival of Day in the race,
Stayed on the ride, but in bitter taste.
Others, they've fallen, and now they lie
Quiet, forlorn - a long-failed try.
And when Day's trail blazes over the melting sun,
Night comes fleeing on its frenzied run.
And Night draws back a wedding train
Covered in stars and lavish gain.
Silken blue fades to black at midnight moon,
And silence descends, all too soon.
And oh, the sky wed the earth tonight
As Day and Night continue their flight.
