The third astral being

In the garden of the sky, where twin stars gently lie,
Gemini whispers secrets in the quiet night's sigh.
Two faces for the same coin, a celestial dance,
mirroring light in the sunflower's dual glance.

One side basks in the dawn's early light.
Eager for the sun's embrace, so warm and bright.
The other awaits the dusk, in patient stance,
craving the moon's cool touch, a nightly romance.

Together they stand, a sunflower bold,
petals like rays of sun out of yellow and gold.
Yet beneath the bloom, in the shadow's fold,
lies the other side, untold and endlessly cold.

Gemini can see both of the sunflower's plight,
the joy of the day and the peace of the night.
A balance of contrasts, in a harmony spun
of light and dark, all moon and all sun.

So let the sunflower turn with each passing hour,
chasing the changing light, with all its power.
And let Gemini guide through the changing view
as an abstract of both sides, as one, not two.