//------------------------------// // Finale: Children of the Night and Day // Story: Spike's Poem Anthology to Twilight // by Zephyr Spark //------------------------------// Children of the night and the light, dusk dawn midnight twilight, gain from the sun’s shining rays and the night’s vast space. Dusk has the hardness of night and a gentle touch of light Dawn has the hardness of light and an echoing whisper of night Midnight stands between the day and the night Twilight is the last sunrays before the night Each child has their heart, each child crafts day’s night and night’s day art As the day and night trade places, we see their children’s faces trickling across the sky like watercolor paint On chariots they lead the new world in, from Canterlot to Griffonstone they rain their tapestries like water from an urn and we look to them We look to them for hope, to show us what night and day cannot We look to them for art, when the night and the day sing in tune We look to them for courage, when clouds hide the sun and moon We look to them for comfort, to see night and day never rot We look to them for wisdom, of day and night enlightenment and mysteries We look to them for community, watching with our loved ones We look to them for strength, they show day’s victory is won We look to them for meaning, to make sense of senseless history Dusk tells one such as I that the time has come to rest weary eyes Dawn uses her light, brings me to life and refills me with might to face any strife Midnight changes me as the clock’s tick rearranges the cricket’s nightsong Twilight, the loveliest of heralds, is whom I call home for she is the emerald that never lets me feel alone. She shows me the balance of night and day that I can find in my heart Took me into her heart and showed a way for one without family to find a start Flaws were few as together we grew to become with two hearts stronger, better Even now she crescendos into a louder, prouder symphony, that echoes all the tranquility found in her harmony, and to my surprise just being by her side, I find growth in me I grow because she grows. I guide because she guides. I know because she knows. I strive because she strives. I persevere because she perseveres. I hold friends dear because she holds me dear. I love because she loves, everyone and me. So as she passes another year, I reflect on my mother, my sister, my friend And face tomorrow without fear, knowing her love will never end. –Happy Birthday Twilight Love, Spike