Beneath the veil where silence hums,
In shadows where no footsteps come,
A weave of whispers, soft and light,
Invisible threads, binding tight.

Through realms unseen, across the air,
They pull the hearts of those who care,
Tying souls in secret knots,
In places time itself forgot.

No eyes may trace the paths they weave,
Yet hearts can feel and still believe, ...