Beyond the horizon's edge

I The Morning sighs, "Why do I even pine?" For I am the dew, and you are the wine. I chase the gold, you embrace the blue, Yet I find myself constantly reaching for you. II When the horizon bleeds into violet and peach, Are you dreaming of me, just out of reach? We share the same throne, though never the day, Two halves of a heart, a world's width away. III But the universe tired of their lonely refrain, Of the yearning for warmth and the distance and pain. So it folded the sky like a velvet-lined sheet, Until the high noon and the midnight could meet. IV In a shimmer of light where the shadows stood still, They collided in fire o'er the crest of the hill. No longer a "first" or a "last" to be told, But a world washed forever in copper and gold. V The clock lost its ticking, the stars stayed in sight, As the Dawn held the hand of the deepening Night. No chasing, no dreaming, no "what could have been," Just a life lived together in the spaces between.

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