Without eachother

I question where the darkness goes
 when the light rises and gently brushes
 the corners of black with its lips
 as if it were almost a dream
And I often wonder where the light retreats
 when the darkness prevails and reigns
 for its moment in life as it were a sharp fatal wound
And I constantly ponder the moment
 so small and insignificant to some the very moment
where they share the vast expanse
 knowing one could simply not exist without the other.