Nighttime breeze through the broken streets,

shards of glass crushed along the feet.

We walk the boundary between night and day,

forever seen yet unseen in the fray.

The people of day retreating from the rising moon,

they feel the darkness is their doom.

Those who shy from the light of day,

fearing the light will blind their way.

Those ghosts wandering in between,

always seen yet unseen.

They see the coin for what it is,

neither one nor the other but whole and inseparable.

Neither one nor the other,

day and night will not bother.

The ghosts of past and present stand here forever,

watching and waiting along the ether.

Night time predators stalking prey,

Daylight warriors worshiping day.

Ghosts shifting in between,

forever seen yet unseen.