Eclipse

They’re holding each other so closely
I can’t really tell which one is which.
Where’s the thin line you have to cross?

It feels like they’re gradually fading into each other,
and somehow they already have.
I can feel it, I know why.
But is it life, is it death,
is it sadness, is it happiness,
is it love, is it hate?

Like aurora and afterglow
they slowly shift into something else –
where does light end and darkness begin?

They lay you down on the rocks,
dash your face against the stones;
there’s no whither to fall.