I met two men beneath the sun,
Each shining bright, yet they were one.
The first would smile on darkest days,
A light that cut through shadowed haze.

His warmth was soft, his laughter kind,
A balm for troubled heart and mind.
But now he’s gone, his glow is past,
A sun that set too soon, too fast.

The second man, a different flame,
Still warm, but never quite the same.
His light is calm, though shadows stay,
A sun that drifts, yet holds the day.

Detached, he stands with quiet grace,
No smiles, but peace within his space.
Two suns I’ve known, both bright, yet far,
One lost to time, one distant star.

Now he’s my mentor, guiding me still,
He teaches with patience, each lesson a gift,
In moments of doubt, it’s his light that I lift.
A beacon of calm under ever-changing skies.