The Night Owl and the Early Bird

Fought against this
while standing with bliss,
now lines too blurred to see
when we were for it or against it.

Good thing I seem so small.
Don't matter anyway at all.
So close to Earth, it feels better when and if I fall.

Seems like an eventual inevitability
of paths star-crossed so effortless and naturally,
it touches deep like inherited myth despite originality.

Once upon a time and happily forever after,
cherished glimpses of sublime flavored with tears and laughter
pushed rare seconds of gratitude past moments mastered.

So easily forgotten time fast flows while seeming slow,
an ironic tango to captivate God's laughter or our growth.
Naturally savvy here and now, but always late for the host.

I am the Night Owl, thriving in the darkness.
Enlightened by the moon beams, hunted and harnessed.
Spoken kung fu catalyzing God's fight by will of the Mastress.

Exceptional longevity of frequency unlocked by serendipity's keys,
triggering the rarest of accidents manifested with ease.
What I won't do is the worst part of doing as I please.

My keen sight was created for moonlight,
rarely aware once blind from morning sunshine.
Like a dream, you then appear singing my lullaby,
brilliant Early Bird shining in the sunrise.

Though so easily, mind's eye perceives the received affinity
between your heart and sunlight's divinity,
accidentally, I grieve over deceit cast toward perilous infinity.

Harmoniously one by one add to a thousand spell cacophony.
Hypersensitivity tunes out the volume of first light's symphony
to avoid fear and doubt of my mind's inadequate simplicity.

Impressively your song guides the journey, unlocking me key by key.
Sleepily, reality evolves and dissolves my denial annoyingly,
that duality's carnival mirrors disguised The whose who I need in life is you in actuality.
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