I am the sun,
you are the moon.
Together we’ve made a world
touching only in brief moments
across vast amounts of time.
You shape form, you wain, you wax,
I invoke the Solstice and Equinox.
Together we set the stage,
the lights, inform the scenes
in which our progeny play.
I am the death of the old way,
you are the birth of the new.
The midwife and mortician, together alone
uprooted everything to plant seeds,
not crosses, with these bones.
©Eden Bloom, Eschaton Life