He of loss, She of life

"The moon is full," he says.

"Still savoring the colorful sunset for the day," she [I] answers.

"I have only concrete under my feet, and more concrete all around me
But I can look up and see a quiet blue sky
And an even more quiet moon resisting my admiration," he tells.

"As I walk, looking at the canopy flow above my path
I feel the night breeze caressing my warm face
With the bright moon as my witness," she relates.

"The bright moon blinked
And in that heartbeat of darkness
I knew how gravely
Light has lied to me all along," he laments.

"What lie must Light tell?
To one who in solitude dwells," she inquires

"The lie that life is color," he pronounces

"See the dark waters under the bright Light of the full moon
Shimmering yellow lit the crystal surface,
A sight, innocent and pure, without lie,
Underneath this crystal surface
Life swims through the waves" she counters

"Above: Moon burning starkly, a ball of silver light.
Below: Pool of water dark in placid, mirroring hurting eyes on a gnarled face.
Inside: Stars dying slowly like embers, so grateful, so grateful," he recounts

"Above, below, and inside
All intricate components of life amidst a being's sight,
Whom seeks joy in living life," she resolves

"Even for just a heartbeat, let the world dim, make the moon blink
For the light was too much for me
A creature of darkness
Never used to seeing life in color
Afraid of seeing beauty I cannot manifest," he persists

"Why think of beauty in the world's sight?
Beauty is not of the world to judge
For it's made by the Divine
Given to all being
Both in darkness and light," she ends