For Twin Flames on the Journey Home

When Time Stopped

She was the flame before he knew fire,
A whisper of stars, a sacred desire.
Awakened by dreams and echoes unknown,
She walked the path of light alone.

But when their eyes met, all time stood still—
A cosmic hush, a divine will.
Her soul stirred his, like wind through leaves,
And something ancient was retrieved.

He didn’t yet speak the language of soul,
But something cracked, something whole.
Confused, undone, he turned away—
Yet the mark she left would never stray.

She rose again, with grace and might,
Burning with truth, crowned in light.
While he unraveled what he had known,
She lit the way, though still alone.

And now they walk—two mirrored flames,
Called by stars that know their names.
Not through maps or written fate,
But by a force they can't negate.

Each step apart is a step more near,
Through healing, longing, hope, and fear.
For love like this cannot be lost—
It bends through lifetimes, no matter the cost.

And when at last they stand as one,
The moon will hush, the stars will run.
Two souls remembered, made complete—
In sacred fire, again they meet.