Aladdin and the Magic Lamp

When the shadows start to fade,
Who can understand the night…
It grows on us like an old friend,
And we grasp onto the holes from where,
Bars of light enter.
The Other Side, with its fireflies, calls,
Only when the mystic turns into that flicker of wings,
Does he realize that they burn to their end.
Do we ever really understand the day and night,
Do we ever really see how they are, but one?