I was most beautiful in darkness.

Blurry backdrop of sharpness.

Illuminating internal illustrations.

Oh but here he is… rising with his golden demonstrations.

Simultaneously Fading me and feeding me with his rays.

So powerful he woke the ones below- they call it “days”.

And I’d stay and watch his little parade until his last electric wave dipped below the bay.

I Let him generate the light.. I ruled the night.

How I love the night- allowing me to gently glisten a glittered goodnight-kiss to every weary eye in the midst of the abyss.

Though the stars gave me endless bliss…. it.. was him I’d miss…

And when that first fold of pure gold rose above like a hazard warning.

I knew I would always be the first one to say “Good morning”.