One lives in shadow, one walks in light,
Two silent brothers who share every night.
They share the same closet, the same secret place,
One almost vanishes, one shows his face.
One is the darkness, one catches the sun,
Yet where one may wander, there follows the one.
For neither remembers which brother came first,
Or which found the other when they entered this earth.
They share every beginning.
They’ll share every end.
Something much deeper than brother or friend.
For light makes a shadow wherever it goes,
And darkness needs light—.
But only they know.
And both are telling me you havenʻt fed them.