Eternal Sonne
For my beloved Fin, happy 6M my amazing Cub. I love you so very much and I am so very blessed to have you by my side. This is my musical score for you..
Eternal Sonne — Prologue
Some loves are measured in seasons, others in years.
Ours is marked by the path of the sun,
its rise, its zenith, its gentle descent
each light a different shade of devotion.
In every sky, we remain.
Eternal Sonne — Prologue
Some loves are measured in seasons, others in years.
Ours is marked by the path of the sun,
its rise, its zenith, its gentle descent
each light a different shade of devotion.
In every sky, we remain.
I. Wolf & Phoenix — Morning Sun
When the first light spilled over the edge of the world,
a wolf waited in the quiet meadow,
his breath a cloud in the cool air.
From the east, the phoenix came on wings of fire,
carrying warmth in the hollow of her breast.
Together, they curled beneath the newborn sun,
and the runes carved in ancient stone
whispered of beginnings that would never end.
The dawn did not just break
it bloomed around them.
When the first light spilled over the edge of the world,
a wolf waited in the quiet meadow,
his breath a cloud in the cool air.
From the east, the phoenix came on wings of fire,
carrying warmth in the hollow of her breast.
Together, they curled beneath the newborn sun,
and the runes carved in ancient stone
whispered of beginnings that would never end.
The dawn did not just break
it bloomed around them.
II. Peacock & Fox — High Noon Sun
At the heart of the day, where shadows shrink
and colours dare to be their truest selves,
a peacock preened in jewelled pride,
while a fox lounged, eyes half-lidded in knowing amusement.
They shared the heat, the laughter,
the easy confidence of creatures who have nothing to hide.
In the marble garden, runes etched by unseen hands
glimmered in the noon blaze,
binding beauty to cleverness,
and joy to the boldness of standing fully in the light.
At the heart of the day, where shadows shrink
and colours dare to be their truest selves,
a peacock preened in jewelled pride,
while a fox lounged, eyes half-lidded in knowing amusement.
They shared the heat, the laughter,
the easy confidence of creatures who have nothing to hide.
In the marble garden, runes etched by unseen hands
glimmered in the noon blaze,
binding beauty to cleverness,
and joy to the boldness of standing fully in the light.
III. Stag & Raven — Twilight Sun
As the sun bled into the horizon’s edge,
a stag stood crowned in silvered antlers,
his shadow long across the wind-swept hill.
Beside him, the raven crooned soft secrets,
black wings folding against the cooling air.
The runestones hummed with the weight of old magic,
triskelions and futhark glowing in the last burn of day.
They did not mourn the fading light,
for they knew the Eternal Sonne would rise again,
and love, once kindled, does not dim with the dusk.
As the sun bled into the horizon’s edge,
a stag stood crowned in silvered antlers,
his shadow long across the wind-swept hill.
Beside him, the raven crooned soft secrets,
black wings folding against the cooling air.
The runestones hummed with the weight of old magic,
triskelions and futhark glowing in the last burn of day.
They did not mourn the fading light,
for they knew the Eternal Sonne would rise again,
and love, once kindled, does not dim with the dusk.
Eternal Sonne — Epilogue
The day is a circle, but we are its heart.
We have woken together in the gold of dawn,
laughed in the blaze of noon,
and stood unshaken in the fading light.
Every shape we’ve worn
fang and feather, crown and plume
has been a vow written in the sky.
The runes remember. The stones remember.
The sun itself remembers.
When the stars arrive,
they do not end the day
they carry its warmth forward,
into every tomorrow we have yet to see.
You are my first light,
my brightest hour,
my last and lingering glow.
And when the sun rises again,
it will find us still here
together, eternal.
The day is a circle, but we are its heart.
We have woken together in the gold of dawn,
laughed in the blaze of noon,
and stood unshaken in the fading light.
Every shape we’ve worn
fang and feather, crown and plume
has been a vow written in the sky.
The runes remember. The stones remember.
The sun itself remembers.
When the stars arrive,
they do not end the day
they carry its warmth forward,
into every tomorrow we have yet to see.
You are my first light,
my brightest hour,
my last and lingering glow.
And when the sun rises again,
it will find us still here
together, eternal.
