Sun-Night

Sun shines through trees in Neapolitan colors,
birds in the branches and wind thru the leaves
like laughter that lingers from one to another,
reminding them both how to breathe,
but the others still don’t believe.

Night falls like ash in dead of December
while smoke rises higher from lungs that exhale,
recalling shared moments that were never remembered
as if déjà vu was the air they inhale,
although tempered by a golden jail.

Sun elevates from horizon to heaven
with radiance bright and a shimmering gold,
causing the clouds to enliven and leaven
like stories incandescently bold,
and seven days weekly they’re told.

Night revelates all the mystical wonders
flashing and flickering from blackened sky
with a luminous glow while they sit and stare under
the markings of heaven with curious eyes,
as thunder is heard by surprise.

Sun comes again with a powerful splendor,
bursting with joy in a softly white cream
as the pillows of heaven are starting to render
a golden and glorious gleam —
Night comes again while she dreams.