Night child, morning glory.

He had told me he loved the night sky,
The stars that glimmered in his eyes when he stared into the heavens.
He had told me that he loved the dark night, it makes him feel at home.

He made sure to show me that the night was his woman.
That he only awakens at night.
That he only shows himself to me when the sun goes down.

I told him i didn’t care.
That he was the reason why my eyes could barely open in the morning.
He was why I slept at dawn when the sun started rising.
As i told him,

If you are the child of the night, for you. I will lose my hours of rest. Because of you, i don’t mind awakening during the noon.

His eyes sprung open at the stroke of midnight.
You could see the moonlight in his eyes, the way he spoke my name made me feel whole.
He had talked about the world with the spirit of a child.
That he found it beautiful, he would live from place to place.
He had known of many great things and he once told me I was one of them.

He told me he loved the stars and what was beyond them.
He had held my hand beneath the dark sky.
His voice would linger til i wake the next noon.

He told me i was his glory, the morning glory.
That when he has woken, he would be reminded of the night spent beneath the stars and the night looking upon us.
He has told me that he was awaken before noon to be there when I wake.

He has risen the moon, I had awoken the sun.
While he had the moonlight, I carried the sunshine.

He would be laid to sleep, I would be awoken as he rests.

We would never be truly together.
Only laying ourselves to rest for each other.