My morning light thoughts
cannot equal your nighttime dark ones
caught we are, between dark and light
between heaven and hell,

As my day begins
so ends yours

My dream thoughts have faded
into the light of the morning sun
while you are still living
the day just passed, still existing
in the fading strains of yesterday’s song

My mind attempts to grasp the new day
being strengthened by my coffee, dark and black
reminiscent of your steadily growing tired
lights fading, in the darkness of last night’s
night

My morning clouds, distant and red
call out to your starry night skies, dark and glowing
in an attempt to unite
our unmerciful separated selves

holding on
to the thoughts of you
holding on
to mine