Soul Bonding
In quiet breath between the stars,
Where silence weaves through ancient scars,
Two spirits drift, untamed, unbound—
Yet seek the rhythm, soft and sound.
Not forged by blood, nor written fate,
But drawn together, subtle, great.
Through time and tears, through joy and flame,
They find each other, call by name.
No need for words to bridge the space,
They meet within a sacred place—
Where eyes can speak, and hearts can hear
The song that only souls hold dear.
Not mirrors, yet they understand,
Not chains, but rather open hands.
In them, the self expands, transcends,
Where stranger meets the dearest friend.
It’s not perfection, not control,
But trust that fills the unseen whole.
A bond not held, but deeply known,
Where love is seed, and truth is sown.
So when the world feels cold and vast,
And days like shadows hurry past—
Remember this: some souls align,
Beyond all logic, space, or time.
Thank-you for reading.
Much love and Light,
Brenda Marie Fluharty
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