#InvisibleThread

Beneath the world's loud, blinding glare,
An unseen thread is spinning there.
Not made of silk or woven gold,
Yet stronger than the tales of old.

It stretches through the weight of years,
Binding joy, and stitching tears.
No distance bends its steady line,
A force beyond the reach of time.

Though hands may part and voices fade,
The thread remains, the bond unfrayed.
It hums in silence, deep and true,
A quiet link between me and you.

Unbroken through the stormiest skies,
It tugs where only trust resides.
An endless weave, unseen yet real,
Invisible, but we all can feel.
© Jixxielight