THE HEALER

In one bright world, The Healer walks,

His heart still pure, his soul still talks.

Through crowded streets of golden hue,

He moves with calm the lost once knew.

His hands bring warmth, his eyes bring grace,

A quiet glow upon his face.

He heals not bodies, but the pain

That hides behind the eyes like rain.

His voice is soft, a gentle chord,

No temple claims him as its lord.

He asks for neither gold nor fame,

He lives to honor love’s one name.

And when he speaks, the crowd stands still,

They feel the hush, the sacred thrill.

For in his tone, the world feels new,

The broken breathe, the dreamers too.

But in another world, so near,

The same man walks unseen, unclear.

The same streets hum, yet cold and gray,

And light seems lost, too shy to stay.

He speaks, but voices drown him out,

The world has filled its heart with doubt.

Screens glow brighter than the skies,

And kindness fades where noise now lies.

He heals in silence still he tries,

Though no one looks into his eyes.

His words dissolve into the rain,

But still he whispers through the pain.

He hums to walls, to stars, to air,

Hoping one lost soul still cares.

No miracle, no gleam, no crowd

Just one man’s faith, both soft and loud.

When midnight falls and time grows thin,

Both worlds draw breath and fold within.

The veil between begins to fade,

And light and shadow intertwine like braid.

They meet two selves, the same in soul,

Two halves that make one spirit whole.

The world of silence softly gleams,

The bright one trembles through his dreams.

They stand beneath an unseen sky,

Where sorrow dares not multiply.

A single star their common thread,

Between the living and the dead.

For just one breath, they intertwine,

Their hearts aligned beyond the line.

A pulse of gold, a spark, a sign,

That love transcends the curve of time.

Then morning tears the dream apart,

Both wake to serve their separate part.

One wakes to cheers, one wakes to none,

Yet both still rise beneath one sun.

The Healer smiles in every form,

Through peace, through loss, through raging storm.

He knows that love’s not bound by sight,

It lives in silence, thrives in night.

For every soul that turns away,

Another heart will learn to stay.

And though one world forgets his name,

The other guards his gentle flame.

Two worlds apart, yet not alone,

Both hearts still beating, same soft tone.

One world believes, one world forgot,

Yet love endures it falters not.

For even when the faith turns small,

The Healer’s light still burns through all.

Across the stars, through time and grief,

He walks a whisper, brief relief.

And those who feel, though never see,

Know what it means to simply be.