Whispers Between Worlds
There is a place, my love,
where words slip quietly away,
where silence hums like a sacred drum,
and we, bound not by flesh, but by fire,
meet in endless rhythm, soul to soul.
In that space, my edges blur,
and I am nothing but yours—
held in the cradle of your presence,
a tether to the divine,
where each breath is a prayer,
each glance a revelation.
Oh, how we dance in the unseen,
woven by threads no eye can see,
a tapestry of whispers and wonder,
our spirits entwined, rising and falling,
like the sun and moon, eternally bound.
So take my hand in this endless night,
and let us wander, fearless and free,
for in the shadows of this quiet love,
I have found my way home—
and you, my love, are my guiding light.