Day and Night

Her hair is like spun gold.
It taunts me in the corner-
her yellow eyes hold,
While my grey eyes scorn her.
She's the sun, and I the moon-
And everyone can see...
I just make people think twice, but she makes them swoon.
I'm the doornob, but she's the key.
She makes flowers grow, makes the world warm.
I hold onto the tide and watch the monsters play.
She holds onto the breeze, and I the storm.
I am out in the dark sinning, when she is on her knees to pray.
Do not label us good or evil.
We are merely different, twins that turned out opposites.
Why paint us black and white on your easel?
Both of us are brightly lit.
Our worth is almost equal.