Co-existence (ii)

I thought it was you.  How are you, Nightwalker?

I am well, Daywalker.  How goes it in the sunshine realm?

There is chaos and secret order.  Disarray and shambles.  I tread amongst it.  I am one with it.

Nightwalker nodded.  Us felines don’t hold onto things.  It is the only way to live amongst the falling, the fallen, the not yet fallen.

That makes me sad, Dark Side.  Why can’t it be the other, the rising, the risen, the not yet risen?

Because time is against us.  The two-legged ones make many errors.  They walk a perilous tightrope.

Maybe that’s how it is meant.  There is no spark without friction.  Birth is a collision of cells before the cry of wakefulness.  Truth comes not gently.

You’re right, of course, said Nightwalker.  I can but prepare for the worst.  Then it’s a pleasant surprise when everything turns out well.

That is a fine way to look at it.  Yet I can but hope for the best, and never give up hope.  Even if hell is on the horizon.  What else do I have?

Nightwalker’s eyes flashed.  Care for a midnight stroll?  The moon is out tonight and wishes to greet you.

So long as you’re with me, Night-time.

I am your shadow self.  How can I ever desert you?

A tiny glittering orb emerged from Daytime’s heart and danced awhile between them before encircling Nighttime in a soft haze.  Then she stepped out and joined him, a beacon in the dark.

_{^{© N Nazir 2022}}

Written for the Sunday Muse #211 responding to the above image. I originally wrote it in response to the image below but realised I got the cats mixed up (because sometimes I am shockingly unobservant). But what does it matter 🙂