Day/Night

Who has drenched the sky with oil and called it "night"?
Speckled with sizzling embers of stars...
when is it going to ignite?
Hours flash past at the speed of light,
it could've been days, or even years--
oil skies and smouldering stars combine to form blazing flames,
Burning away all of the darkness.
It is an interesting time when you see the sky burn orange--
The heat on my skin, hotter than any so called 'dangerous' UV rays;
there is no hiding tonight.
Who has flooded the flames of the orange sky with emulating buckets of ocean and called it "day"?
The airtight atmosphere holds it all together so cooly, so beautifully.
When the sky cracks, it rains,
When it rains, it pours,
When it pours, I find myself missing the flames.
The next day, it can all be put back together, with only a few clouds as transitory bandages--
The sun forever there to remind us of the flames.
Would you consider yourself like the sky?
Would you consider me like the sky?
I am the night, you are the day.
But combined...we are the incinerating sunrise.