#poetry #art
Logic at sunrise, lyricism at moonrise,
In the celestial chambers of his mind,
Two worlds collide and harmonize.
A scientist by day, a poet by night,
He swings between the pendulum's weight,
In search of truth and beauty's light.
As dawn unfurls her rosy hue,
He delves into the world of fact,
Where proof and reason hold their sway,
And mysteries are riddled and cracked.
Through microscopes and telescopes,
He peers into the vast unknown,
Gleaning secrets of nature's code,
Encoded in the helix's throne.
By day, the world's a formula,
A tapestry of cause and effect,
He measures and quantifies,
With instruments of intellect.
But when the sun has kissed the earth,
And twilight drapes her velvet cloak,
He trades his lab coat for a quill,
And drinks from the intoxicating chalice of poesy.
With ink as dark as midnight skies,
He scrawls his dreams on parchment skies,
In verse that soars and verse that sighs,
He traces love's elusive guise.
By night, the world's a symphony,
A boundless realm of harmony,
He waltzes through the moonlit air,
With muses whispering in his ear.
In both realms, a seeker he remains,
In one, he grasps for truth's cold hand,
In the other, he courts beauty's warm embrace.
For in the heart of man resides,
A yearning that can never hide,
A craving for the boundless skies,
And answers to the questions, why?
So, let him dance the dance of duality,
Let him chase the fleeting sun,
For in the merging of these worlds,
He weaves a tapestry of one.
Logic at sunrise, lyricism at moonrise,
He finds his truth in both these skies,
And in the balance, art and science,
He glimpses life's eternal dance.