Twelve and 12

Becoming twilight softens another midsummer day:
stars spark up, the moon pulsates, oceans flinch,
day aborts, night reclaims dignity;
everything sleeps and everything awakens—
the sun has pulled away my shadow.

Blushing dawn ascends the misty green hillside:

stars flicker out, the moon hides away,
night departs, day reclaims strategy;
everything awakens and everything sleeps—
the sun has tossed back my shadow.