To stand in front of two suns,
To feel what I never dared to dream—
to see light beyond light,
and warmth beyond warmth.
They were there,
these two blazing hearts,
offering their whole selves without knowing.
Their presence split my sky
into two soft mornings,
and I, the small moon,
learned to sway with their rise.
Golden tendrils reached,
wrapped around each thought,
melted each doubt,
and left me bare—
but full, like earth given to spring.
I felt the universe
compressed within each of them,
a thousand galaxies
held together by a singular glow—
just standing, just being,
and yet giving more than the day
could ever hope to.
No words fell between us,
only warmth, only radiance,
two suns that spun my shadows
to a place I could not see—
leaving only light
as far as I could fathom.
It was an experience not made of words
but of blaze and gravity,
and I melted gladly, whole,
into the morning they offered.
