inspired to aspire

My sweet Sori spins in cheer,
With cake and candles drawing near—
Yet the date, my love, is not quite right,
We’re two whole sunsets off tonight.

She celebrates before the moon
Returns us to her birthday soon,
But I, who bore her, body torn,
Refuse to praise a day unborn.

I held the time inside my soul,
Each gasp and ache, a silent toll.
A storm of sweat, a sacred hour,
That brought to life my blooming flower.

So no, my love, not just today—
The stars have not aligned that way.
Call me stubborn, old, or wise,
I just won’t tell sweet birthday lies.

It’s not that I don’t want your glee,
But truth still means the world to me.
You came in pain, in roaring grace,
On that one date, in time and place.

So twirl in ribbons, eat your treat,
Dance to your offbeat birthday beat.
But know, my love, the crown shall gleam,
On the day that matched the dream.

For I’m the keeper of your tale—
I wrote it in the storm and gale.
And when the real day finds the sky,
I’ll sing your name and toast and cry.

But till then, darling—hold the throne,
The queen of time shall stand alone.