Whispers Between the lines

Your heart is tangled in mine as if carved from the same stardust, formed beneath the hush of the same sky Across the stretch of stars and centuries, we find each other, life after life, drawn by something older than memory How else could I explain this aching familiarity, this gravity pulling me toward you as if the universe whispers your name? I feel your touch in my stillness, your scent in the wind I cannot catch, and the strands of your hair woven through my thoughts like golden threads from another time We keep meeting through distance, through lifetimes, across galaxies and forgotten dreams, until one day, in one life, we will stay. We will stay. Nidal Sati

 One day, I will write a novel   About how the universe pressed time and space   Just so I could hold you Not in passing,   But in that slow, silent kind of embrace   Where souls melt and breath forgets its rhythm. I’ll write of how your arms   Wrapped around me like a prayer,   Of how my body learned your shape   By instinct, not memory.   A hug But more than that A merging,   A pause in the world,   Where only warmth and want remained. In that moment,   The stars didn’t shine They listened. Nidal Sati