Once there lived a Night, who was in love with Day.
Day lost in vanity and bright, little knew that with Night he stayed.
He rejected Night, Night rejected love.
But glory never failed Night,
And pride never left Day.
Day had a new baby now, he loved to call her Dawn.
In her eyes he stood a God, to his ways she would forever fawn.
And a pretty damsel was she - an urban beau monde!
But could ever Day in her find,
A consort of his own kind?
Night though his equal, stood far apart.
Queen of her kingdom, distanced from his heart,
For he could not have another ruler in his home
And he could not make, her kingdom as his own.
But who would inform both their foolish minds,
That heart without love will long for it in time.
Once though they met, once everyday.
Once every evening, they'd cross the other's way
When the shine of his face shall make her heart delight,
When the look in her eyes dark, shall absorb his own light.
Then they would meet with general courtesy,
Hiding in their hearts, a state of ecstasy.
"How is your girl?", asked night jeering her desires.
"Fair as this evening, pretty as the setting fire."
"Is that why you love her, for with her you retreat
To this sweet time of evening, when the two of us meet?"
Day struck with daze, at this shocking mockery
Night stood laughing at her own travesty.
For true 'twas, that for sake of her absence with evanescing dark
Paved way for Dawn's presence, straight into Day's heart.
But the time had passed, for Day had to leave for his way
With a pang in their hearts of agonising disarray.
So could they never meet, in complete felicity;
And the sun who saw everything, drowned in melancholy.
But Night smiled on.
Day lost in vanity and bright, little knew that with Night he stayed.
He rejected Night, Night rejected love.
But glory never failed Night,
And pride never left Day.
Day had a new baby now, he loved to call her Dawn.
In her eyes he stood a God, to his ways she would forever fawn.
And a pretty damsel was she - an urban beau monde!
But could ever Day in her find,
A consort of his own kind?
Night though his equal, stood far apart.
Queen of her kingdom, distanced from his heart,
For he could not have another ruler in his home
And he could not make, her kingdom as his own.
But who would inform both their foolish minds,
That heart without love will long for it in time.
Once though they met, once everyday.
Once every evening, they'd cross the other's way
When the shine of his face shall make her heart delight,
When the look in her eyes dark, shall absorb his own light.
Then they would meet with general courtesy,
Hiding in their hearts, a state of ecstasy.
"How is your girl?", asked night jeering her desires.
"Fair as this evening, pretty as the setting fire."
"Is that why you love her, for with her you retreat
To this sweet time of evening, when the two of us meet?"
Day struck with daze, at this shocking mockery
Night stood laughing at her own travesty.
For true 'twas, that for sake of her absence with evanescing dark
Paved way for Dawn's presence, straight into Day's heart.
But the time had passed, for Day had to leave for his way
With a pang in their hearts of agonising disarray.
So could they never meet, in complete felicity;
And the sun who saw everything, drowned in melancholy.
But Night smiled on.
