A War of Astronomical Proportion

Moon.
Abhorrent arbiter of twilight.
Beacon in the dark; I can always find you.
When you disappear, I do not feel new.
Desolate in the infinite
Delicate but obstinate
Return to me in the scintillating midnight.

Sun.
Noble harbinger of day so glorious.
Dawn on the horizon; deep ochres and red
Bring hope and joy to rain upon my bed.
Tangible yet untouchable
Visible yet unbelievable
Aloft in the sky, proud and victorious.

Continuous, like clockwork.
No-one wins.
No-one loses.

I like it that way.