Two Suns Poem by Julia Grandi

We are two different suns.

The dusk takes you away, shrivelling you over the ocean waves
But i remain a blanket in the clouds.

When the new day comes, you are strong and glisten brightly, a pinacle.
But i stay softly, gently glowing in the blue of the sky.

You are the sun that is worshipped,
admired and monumental, the golden god, the RA.
People and things need your warmth to be alive,
and they want to be alive
They want you.

Iam the afterthought, the lingering question, is there more?

Iam the sun that remains in the night, cool glossy milk on the moon,
pale, soft milk in the clouds,
the etchings of blue,
all blues of the sky.

And iam felt softly, warmly
As you are felt lively.

We are both suns. We are both shinning suns.
In different places and times,
But always we are two suns.