Two Suns She orbits,
But only yet seen.
One runs wild,
Over fields of green.
The other breathes softly,
Beneath the leaves-
A sleeping nova,
Curled within His mother's dream.
The first fire,
The Red Stone Flame-
Strong, steady heartbeat,
That first spoke Her name.
The one who made Her body a home,
Who carved out sspace,
So love could roam.
He is Her heart external,
With a laughter that stays.
The boy who transformed Her,
In so many ways.
He was the spark
To ignite Her rise.
A Sun who holds galaxies,
Inside His eyes
And the sweet soul in bloom-
Who waits patiently,
Safe in Her womb.
Stone of Protection-
Of Change and Grace.
He shapes Her spirit,
From a sacred place.
He moves like water,
With a light that gleams.
A holder of knowing-
Love deeper than the sea.
Still forming, still glowing-
But make no mistake,
His presence is tidal-
And soon to wake.
The One Who Births,
Is the Earth in-between.
The soil where Sun and Stone convene.
The Womb of Wonder-
The Sacred Root.
A lullaby kissed by Divinity and Truth.
She is the gravity
Beneath their flight.
They are the ones
Shifting Her dark to light.
With stretch and surrender,
She anchors in faith,
Building a bridge
Only love could make.
So here's to the Sun,
Who shines in Her hand,
And the one still dreaming
Of His Earth and Her lands.
Two Suns and the Earth in-between,
Not just the space they need,
But the sacred soil in which they are freed.