Delicate Balance

I dream in skies where stars are born anew,

He walks the earth with measured, steady stride.

My world is painted gold in every hue,

While he sees truth no veil of hope can hide.

I sing of futures shaped by gentle light,

He guards the present, anchored to the now.

I lift him toward a softer, sweeter height,

He grounds my flight with reason's sacred vow.

Yet neither bends the other into a mold,

For love has forged a path that winds but holds.

My fire, it warms the iron of his cold,

His calm completes the tales my spirit told.

Though one dreams wings and one knows how to stand,

We move as one—heart, voice, and woven hand.