Spike's Poem Anthology to Twilight

by Zephyr Spark

Finale: Children of the Night and Day

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