She sees the sun
Crossing over the border
Of night into day,
Through the mahogany
Of the cupboard
Her grand-mother had loved.
She is named Lady,
As she is.
For her, the finest gowns,
Woven of the thread
Spun from the summer clouds
In the blue of the sky.
Her eyes sing with joy,
Over a smile that laughs
With the brilliance of God,
Showing the love
That is found
In a world touched by sorrow.
He watched the sun
Slide down behind the mountains,
Leaving the day for the night,
Through the turqoise
Of the ring,
His grand-father could not wear.
His name is Warrior,
As he is.
For him, the strongest armor
Chained in the steel
Forged from the thunderclouds
In the white of the lightning.
His eyes cry in sorrow,
Over a smile that laughs
With the brilliance of God,
Hiding the pain
That is kept
From a world made of joy.