nighttime
a giant moon
a million stars
silence 

peace 
cold fingers and toes
possibilities 
cool touch on my nose

the day is done
she's gone to bed
the nights awoken

he's here instead

he's slow and pure
soft and sweet

gentle and kind

pleasant and neat 

he loves the morning

and is like her in ways
different in others
beautiful all the same

like the morning he's cool, cold
but there's a wisdom to his chilly touch

a feeling of knowing, of things seen and done
small battles lost but victories won

his sounds

are different too

hers are light, airy, innocent
his are deeper, richer, magnificent 

where she had birds
he has wind
where she had sunlight 

he has the gentle kiss of stars

the soft caress of moonlight
laying a velvety hand
slipping through trees

on all the sleeping land

he follows the morning 
as best as he knows how
from one horizon to another

in an everlasting bow

he arcs across the sky
flying up and slipping down
until he finally lands

and lays his weary crown