They are not two sides of the same coin, they are not true light and dark. There is no such thing. They are just gray, gray like the satin sheets below them. Gray like the darkening sky that stretches forever along the horizon, that the sun pokes through. So is there light to the darkness that presents itself in the woman's eyes, hair, and smile. So is their light in the man's eyes that shows he is alive, and the light tone to his skin. He shows that he can be that light to someone else. Their sins and shadows stretch around them, in the dim room lit by candles. Dark is the man's world outlook, dark is his hope in others. But light is the woman's belief that the world can change, that equality and freedom can be reached.