I saw the clouds in your eyes, 

the sun in your smile,

heard song birds when you spoke,

and thought you a creature of living sunlight.

Always bright, shining, warm.

Then I tasted night 

sweet silence, twinkling stars, bright moon

endless freedom

and the comforting blanket of darkness.

Suddenly

I thought the bird pretentious,

the sun too big and bright and boisterous,

the light to hot to touch.

And when the clouds turned dark and angry, I realized

You live and breathe the day

but I savor the twinkle of starlight

and the dusk and dawn only come twice a day.