God split the baby,
giving them twins–
so that each could be
a real parent to one.
She’d found refuge in the convent—
from marriage to a man who wanted her body,
to a Man who solely wanted her heart.
When he lost his faith Yesterday,
she found hers Tomorrow,
so Today was their Day of Jubilee.
The rich go, & are forever in stone,
where flowers are placed to die,
but the poor, they are as ashes in the wind.
The coexistence of night & day;
the sun is the pearl being formed,
the moon, its fossil.