Threads of Connection

Some hearts speak without a sound, A gentle pull, a sacred bound. Eyes meet, souls quietly align, Energy flows, a bridge divine. Connection isn’t in the rush, Or in the whispers, soft as hush. It lives in truth, in honest care, In the space where souls can bare. Not all who linger are meant to stay, Some pass like winds, then drift away. But those who match your heart’s own pace, Bring warmth, light, & steady grace. A bond is built on give & take, On presence, choice, & hearts awake. So cherish those who meet your soul, And honor the ones who make you whole.