Echoes Through Ether

I needn't call his name, he already listens

beneath moonlit silence

beneath the hush of passing hours

beneath dreams that slip like tides through twilight

he hears my heart in patterns unseen

genuine, aching, whole

a rhythm vibrating through timeless winds

past logic, past language, past all known things

twin threads woven in stardust rings

a soul's antenna tuned to missing tones

an echo through ether

received by intuition, not intention

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I needn't remind him of what once bloomed

“I feel you,” “You’re not forgotten”

whispers in candle flickers

a line in a half-read book

unexpected tears from a scent in the air

old jokes folded in morning fog

he meets me in lucid moments between waking

an overlap of heartscapes, soul-mapping

coordinates beyond compass and clock

the echo through ether

pulls our memory through portals unmarked

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I needn't explain, he already dreams

my silence like snow on familiar paths

my thoughts in the hush before storms

our dialogues written in auroras and ash

shared songs replayed on celestial radios

comfort on nights when the world forgets

hope inked in his journal’s margins

as if I still linger—right beside

a tether of feeling that never unraveled

the echo through ether

words unsaid made of light not sound

softly striking the chords of his now