Light and dark.
The wings of white, shimmer In the moonbeam of night.
Exposing all that she Be, waiting for her mate to see.
To the dark, she offered this love.
For her whiteness would always be the light, so she could see.
The light and the dark they danced, thinking apart.
Touching without even knowing.
Creating melodies, of symphonies, of crashing waves and crisp white days,
Through thunder storms, and whispering winds.
Through the blistering heats, of the deserted streets.
They danced as thrilling as chilling, as sulight beaming.
The dance went on.
Knowing in the end they are one 🤍💛🤍
