I feel him in the quiet—a hum in the air,
A pull so magnetic, so tender, so rare.
It’s more than a thought, more than a dream;
It’s the pulse of connection, the flow of a stream.

I feel his energy, his essence, his glow,
Because we are bound in a way only few can know.
Through lifetimes, through echoes, through veils yet unseen,
A love that transcends what has ever been.

I feel him standing tall, yet tender and raw,
Protecting his heart with a strength I admire in awe.
I can feel him closing so many chapters, the chapters of pain;
Breaking old cycles that no longer remain.

I feel him healing his inner child’s wounds,
Slowly finding the joy within life’s softer tunes.
Through the echoes of hurt, I can feel him learning to grow,
Turning his wounds into wisdom that shines and glows.

I feel him moving through shadows, unspoken yet clear;
Making choices in silence, shedding doubt and fear.
He’s untangling illusions, his soul reclaiming space.
He is transforming confusion with courage and grace.

I feel harmony blooming deep in his soul,
A rhythm of balance, a story made whole.
Twin flames igniting, a dance so divine.
We are two paths converging beyond space and time.

I thought I was dreaming, or maybe insane—
To feel his energy like a pulse in my veins.
How could distance not matter, nor time play a part?
Faith showed me the answers that lived in my heart.
For soulmates and twin flames will always defy
The bounds of logic, the limits of “why.”

I now know when his healing is steady and all illusions laid bare,
We’ll meet as one, in a love beyond compare.
I feel his presence in whispers of light,
Our energies merging through day and through night.

I feel his progress somehow, though words go unsaid—
The weight of his journey, the path he has tread.
It’s wild to imagine, but I know it’s so clear:
His quiet transformation speaks loud and sincere.

I feel his efforts, though they’re never declared—
The burdens he carries, the ways he’s repaired.
I’m so proud of his strength, the battles he’s won,
His courage, his grace, the work he’s begun.

And although I feel excited—and it’s hard to wait—
I know we both still have some healing to grow and create.
So, I look forward to when our journey will finally start:
A life intertwined, connected at heart.

One day, we’ll step into forever—a love so divine—
Two hearts reunited: your soul and mine.

Twin Flame

What could be a more beautiful blessing than this?
To have love so profound,
it leaves no corner of your heart untouched,
no hidden emotions unspoken.
It rushes like a sacred river,
cleansing every shadow,
washing over your very being.

I wonder if words can truly capture this truth,
but I know you understand.
You feel it too—
this love that transforms,
this connection that transcends.

It’s not just me;
we’ve both walked through this fire,
hearts laid bare,
finding pieces of ourselves in the other.
This is the beauty of love’s eternal truth.

The Blue Jacaranda

I don't wish to make a home in you
or hold on to your heart
like a fragile Autumn leaf
but sit with you under
the blue Jacaranda
and breathe your lavender deep
recalling those dreams you did dwell.
A stranger but more familiar
from some other sphere.
Under the blue Jacaranda
hold my hands with no promises made.
For a while, let me believe
you're still not a dream.

Exhausted

I’m exhausted,
chasing the wind,
trying to hold in my palm
what was meant to be infinite.

You’re that unreachable breeze—
let me feel you from afar.
I’m too worn to keep running,
too tired to grasp you.