in the hush

In the hush before the world began, When stars were sparks in God's own hand, Two souls were forged in sacred flame, Bound as one, without a name. They danced where time had yet to flow, In realms no mortal heart could know, And whispered vows in light and fire— To seek, to find, to never tire. Through lifetimes scattered far and wide, Across the veils where dreams reside, They took on form, forgot, returned, Yet still within, their embers burned. A glance, a touch, a sudden ache, The pull no logic dares to break— Each life, a quest to just remember The ancient spark, the holy ember. She may be moonlight on the sea, He may be wind through autumn trees, Yet when they meet, the world stands still, As hearts recall the silent will. They’ve been both kings and beggars poor, Lovers lost to distant shores, Yet always fate, with tender hands, Will draw their footprints in the sand. Not every life will end in peace, Some flames are forged through storm’s release, But always, always they return, To feel the way their spirits burn. So trust the signs, the gentle ache, The dreams that make your spirit wake— For twin flames born of sacred light Will find each other, night by night.