Blacker than the deepest ocean, the night longs for the touch of day.
It chases it round and round this never-ending spinning orb. Just to feel that brief moment of happiness.
How it longs to hold the light for longer. It watches heartbroken as it’s rays fade when it nears and waits patiently for it’s return, but just as days soft fingers stretch out to reach it again, night is forced to shrink away.
Forever yearning for each other. Forever wanting time to stop.
Loved for all eternity, but never able to love together. . .
Night and Day.